Come on!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Hey!
Yeah!
Yeah!
Funk Made.
Clouds hanging low,
city moving slow,
then the bass said no, no, no.
Kick drum knocking on the door,
doll I've never heard this before.
Amp lights glowing red and gold,
old school fire, bold and cold.
One guitar scratch, crowd reacts,
mountain silence just got cracked.
You feel that tremor in your chest,
that's the groove refusing rest.
When the horn line cuts that end,
everybody's hands up there.
Funk made the hills shake,
every wind on wide awake.
Raw and dirty, no mistake.
Feel that pocket, let it break.
Got lat rising from the flat,
groove climbing higher than that.
When the snare goes snap,
you know we're not holding back.
Yeah!
Oh yeah.
Motorbikes lined outside,
inside we let it slide.
Wild one talking sharp and slick,
drums hitting fast and thick.
Sweat on brow, smiles wide,
no more cool face left to hide.
If you came to just observe.
Sorry, it's got nerve.
Shoulders rolling left to right,
fog mixing with the light.
If your heart starts racing fast,
you're in the groove at last.
Fog made the hill shake,
make the whole foundation quake.
Breast, legs and face attack,
this is how we bring it back.
From the valley to the top,
this rhythm will not stop.
When the last chord drops,
the mountain still hops.
Ooh!
Yeah!
Not just music, it's a spark
Lighting up the mountain dark
One night turning into lore
Dalek won't ignore
Yeah!
Oh!
Funk made the hills shake
Filled the whole town vibrate
Old school heat, no cap
Friday written on the map
When they asked what changed the feel
You'll say that groove was real