Quasimoto - Return of the Loop Digga

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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 drop loops to make you feel like you been taking swiggers
Yo, it’s the return, nigga
Madlib: Excuse me…
Vendor: Ah yes, you looking for something?
Madlib: There’s no prices on these records right here
Vendor: Oh, the jazz records? Oh those aren’t marked yet… but if you look
over here… do you have anything in mind?
Madlib: Would you happen to have any uhh… Stanley Cowell? Like 1970s stuff…
Vendor: I’ve never heard of him…
Madlib: I think his stuff is on Strata East or something…
Vendor: Has he made any hits?
Madlib: He ain’t got none of that
Vendor: I doubt if I have him
Madlib: Back there, you got some Grant Green or something?
Vendor: Ah, Grant Green? Yes. 1958. Blue Note. Blue Note Records
Madlib: Chick Corea, Inner Space? I’m looking for that shit it’s on Atlantic,
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 piece or something?
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
The selective approach provides the essential conditions for creative freedom
Uh-oh, I got shit on deck, just like a pelican
The Beat Konducta 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 pay more than ten dollars
Get together with Kan-Kick it’s like we loop scholars
Keeping Clifford Jordan on down to Willie Mason
The Propositions, Cassietta George, good for lacing
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…