Return Of The Loop Digga by Quasimoto
L-l-loop digga...
[Hook] x4
Yo, it's the loop digga
Man, it's the loop digga (My nigga, my nigga)
Some niggas be sampling the same ass shit
Some niggas be looping up them played out hits
But that's more for me, plus the peeps I'm down with
We strive to create some way out other shit
That you ain't heard yet, we building up respect
Then come the check, then I cash chips
Now I go get more stacks of wax
Fuck CDs, cassettes, 8-tracks and DATs
Fuck all that shit, cat
I remember I was stealing old records from my aunt's closet
Back in the days I didn't even know that I could make a profit off it
I dropped loops to make you feel like you was taking swingers
Yo, it's the return, nigga
[Hook] x4
Madlib: Excuse me...
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: The prices on these records right here?
Vendor: Oh, the jazz records? Oh those aren't marked dude... but if you look over here... do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Uh do you have any uhh... Stanley Cowell? 1970s stuff...
Vendor: I've never heard of him...
Madlib: "Strata East" or something...
Vendor: Has he got any hits?
Madlib: Got any of that?
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there, you got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Oh, Grant Green? Yes. 1958. Blue Note Records.
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I'm looking for that shit it's on Atlantic, 1968
Vendor: No, um, sorry.
Madlib: What kinda breaks you got then?
Vendor: We got a wide selection of Simon Harris
Madlib: Simon Harris breaks? Nah, I'm looking for some shit with some real soul.
Vendor: Shit? Excuse me?
Madlib: Fuck? Fuck it.
Vendor: Got Redbone Breaks.
Madlib: Y'all got any reggae up in this?
Vendor: We have no reggae in here.
Madlib: Nothing?
Vendor: No, nothing.
Madlib: Shit, I'm out.
Yo, Madlib... yo...
I know you comin' with all this other shit man
But I want you to hit them with that raw shit right about now
You know what you gotta do
One two, one two, a selective approach
Provise the essential conditions, for creative freedom
Uh-oh, I got shit on deck, it's like a pelican
The beacon's def to orchestrate, put you under my spell again
I drop the soul inside your ear hole
Add the bass line, then I hit you with a fat drum roll (Hit it!)
I'm tackling gods and dogs on Holy Thursday
Like David Axelrod, I keep it raw from the first day
I want it in the worst way
Don't play more than $10
Get together with Kan-Kick it's like we loop scholars
Steven, Cliff and Jordan's on down to Willy Mason's (?)
Propositions (?)
It's like I got a goldmine in my soul supply
Niggas askin' "Yo, Madlib, why you waste so much money on records and getting high, man?"
Man, I got no time for silly shit
Throw this record on, pack a bowl, take a hit
Yo it's the...
L-l-l-loop digga...
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