Return of the Loop Digga - Quasimoto

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…