| Song | Samba Hop |
| Artist | Buckshot LeFonque |
| Album | Music Evolution |
| 作曲 : DaCosta, Marsalis | |
| Even if it's jazz in the quiet storm | |
| Bebop converted in a hip hop form | |
| (Repeat) | |
| Visions of a musical plateau | |
| Thoughts fill my mind | |
| So I draw back and take aim | |
| Lyrical shots blast through the darkness | |
| When I spark this | |
| I leave an undescribable blood stain | |
| Hold fast, no need to panic | |
| There's no slipping or sliding to the other side | |
| I know who I am | |
| You know who you are | |
| Leave it at that | |
| As we go on a historical joy ride | |
| No need for brakes | |
| No need for gas | |
| For now we're living in a brand-new era | |
| As long as you're doin' it the way that you wanna | |
| Just forget about those threats of terror | |
| They're irrelevant | |
| My element of rap goes back-to-back | |
| With anyone who has doubts | |
| That my rhyme skill | |
| Helps minds build | |
| While lines fill | |
| and that's what it's all about | |
| Well I'll be | |
| Can you see what I see | |
| Someone took it to a whole new level | |
| and as I think | |
| My mind's on the brink | |
| Some consider me as a rebel | |
| A rap devil | |
| Controlled by society | |
| The variety wants to see what I'll do to react | |
| So, I ease the pain | |
| Third eye lets it rain from the brain all over the track | |
| So my cause is to find flaws and correct them | |
| Dissect them | |
| Fill me a note that I wrote | |
| That clears and clean the throat | |
| Final antidote | |
| Reachin' in my bags of tricks | |
| I need to fix | |
| Gettin' ready for Armageddon | |
| There's a villian in my adrenaline dressed in blood | |
| And you never wanna let 'em see you sweating | |
| What's you bettin' | |
| 'Cause the race is beginning to set | |
| Gunshots let you know when to ride | |
| Yippe kay yeah | |
| Hopin' I say something that's wack | |
| But I got just more than my pride | |
| So, as I release | |
| The mark of the beast is erased from the back of | |
| my head | |
| Can't bear the fact | |
| Wanna come attack a man that's black | |
| But I'm leaving all the negative fed | |
| It's dead |
| zuò qǔ : DaCosta, Marsalis | |
| Even if it' s jazz in the quiet storm | |
| Bebop converted in a hip hop form | |
| Repeat | |
| Visions of a musical plateau | |
| Thoughts fill my mind | |
| So I draw back and take aim | |
| Lyrical shots blast through the darkness | |
| When I spark this | |
| I leave an undescribable blood stain | |
| Hold fast, no need to panic | |
| There' s no slipping or sliding to the other side | |
| I know who I am | |
| You know who you are | |
| Leave it at that | |
| As we go on a historical joy ride | |
| No need for brakes | |
| No need for gas | |
| For now we' re living in a brandnew era | |
| As long as you' re doin' it the way that you wanna | |
| Just forget about those threats of terror | |
| They' re irrelevant | |
| My element of rap goes backtoback | |
| With anyone who has doubts | |
| That my rhyme skill | |
| Helps minds build | |
| While lines fill | |
| and that' s what it' s all about | |
| Well I' ll be | |
| Can you see what I see | |
| Someone took it to a whole new level | |
| and as I think | |
| My mind' s on the brink | |
| Some consider me as a rebel | |
| A rap devil | |
| Controlled by society | |
| The variety wants to see what I' ll do to react | |
| So, I ease the pain | |
| Third eye lets it rain from the brain all over the track | |
| So my cause is to find flaws and correct them | |
| Dissect them | |
| Fill me a note that I wrote | |
| That clears and clean the throat | |
| Final antidote | |
| Reachin' in my bags of tricks | |
| I need to fix | |
| Gettin' ready for Armageddon | |
| There' s a villian in my adrenaline dressed in blood | |
| And you never wanna let ' em see you sweating | |
| What' s you bettin' | |
| ' Cause the race is beginning to set | |
| Gunshots let you know when to ride | |
| Yippe kay yeah | |
| Hopin' I say something that' s wack | |
| But I got just more than my pride | |
| So, as I release | |
| The mark of the beast is erased from the back of | |
| my head | |
| Can' t bear the fact | |
| Wanna come attack a man that' s black | |
| But I' m leaving all the negative fed | |
| It' s dead |