Radical Stuff, Soul Boy, Top Cat - Let's Get Dizzy lyrics

Now, come on, y'all

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 top Cat says P
Sending that funky rhymes from
New York through me

Legal twice, a double act sensation

A global connection to funk up your season
Wicked, this is good reason
Shank it off to New York, that is Top Cat
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

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

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 fuing survive

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

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

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!

Again I'm rolling, the billboard's turning

The best one was fit, 'cause I fake on
Kaos, eh, slam it on

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-IC-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

(Yes, Top Cat, 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 (M-m-m)
And you ain't got no lawn and shit
Well, you know what I might say?
Fk 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?)