[Intro: TopCat]
Now, come on, y'all
[Verse 1: TopCat]
Intro, so we start our show
Listen to the trumpet as the trumpet start to blow
With the drum, which is gettin' real' busy
Like on a merry-go-round, you start to get dizzy
Dancing, romancing, this beat is really enchanting
I don't like to brag, but the girls say I'm hip
[?] TopCat says P
Sending that funky rhymes from New York through me
[Verse 2: Soul Boy]
Legal twice, a double act sensation
Like a booze-lip [?], kickin' a hard [brick?] action
A global connection to funk up your season
Wicked, this is good reason
Shank it off to New York, that is TopCat
But I'm so dibby, but I be smokin' on Europe
DJ Skizo got it up to no [?] like Kingston
When I wear extra large
[Chorus]
Can you see it? Or can you feel it?
Because it's time to get dizzy
Yowdy, yowdy, yowdy, how it is
Can you see it? Or can you feel it?
Because it's time to get dizzy
Yowdy, yowdy, get busy boys
[Verse 3: Sean]
Well, here I am again with my block and my pen
To bust a new rhyme and get on top of the line
Not to brag, because I've learned from the past
That if you diss somebody, you might get kicked in your ass
Anyway, yo, I'll never step back
Rather get my baseball bat and then attack
Not everybody must fight to stay alive
But a nigga like me must be to fu**ing survive
[Verse 4: Kaos]
Ah, yes, once again, let me talkin' about my music insane
Coming straight from my brain, it's the same
The same beat, the same shit
I used to kick it on everyday, that's it
So I'm low, so low, you know where we go
Yo, yo, man, you slam, hell no
Because I'm radical but from the Radical Stuff
Yo, man, niente in dolce and get rough
[Chorus]
Can you see it? Or can you feel it?
Because it's time to get dizzy
Yowdy, yowdy, yowdy, how it is
Can you see it? Or can you feel it?
Because it's time to get dizzy
Yowdy, yowdy, get busy boys
[Post-Chorus: TopCat & Kaos]
Ah, yeah, yo, this is Radical Stuff in full effect
And we gonna be busting a little somethin' like this
(Know what I'm sayin'?) You know what I'm sayin'?
Uh, jump, ah, yeah (Jump, jump, jump, jump)
Come on y'all (Jump, jump, jump, jump)
Jump, man!
[Bridge: Soul Boy]
Again I'm rolling, the billboard's turning
[True man?] is gone, mmm, till kickin'
[?] the best one was fit, 'cause I fake on
Kaos, eh, slam it on
[Verse 5: Kaos, Sean & TopCat]
Yeah, you're right, tune on the mic as high
As I put the jazz business, so you better start listenin'
There's a lyrical radical message
Better than [?], so you can stop dissing
When my man kills once, it was time to get rough
R-A-D-I-C-A-L Stuff
We're ready to G-O and get to the top
And let all the motherfucker runners drop
Well, you know, we're ready to flow
With the dizziest funky rap putting onto this demo
So boy Kaos One and MC Sean
Make you even dance outside on the lawn
[Outro: TopCat, Soul Boy & Sean]
(Yes, TopCat, I got you)
Yo, man, you can tell me about some lawn, man
You said you live on the fifth floor (Ah?)
You ain't got no grass (Mmm)
And you ain't got no lawn and shit
Well, you know what I might say?
F**k you for you ain't got no lawn, you know what I'm sayin'?
(Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party)
(Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party)
(Let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party, let's party)
You know you gotta dance on the lawn and feel like it
You know what I'm sayin'? (Okay, okay)
Yeah, shit man, bust that (Ah, ah)
No man, no man, we outta here
Come on, let's go back to itch (What?)