Funky Groove

Steppin' to the scene, feet heavy with the strut,

Bassline bouncin', make the groove erupt,

Funk thicker than grandma's stew in the pot,

Drums hittin' harder than a door that got knocked.

Saxophone screamin', got the room in a sway,

Horns so sharp, they cut the night from the day.

Shoes scuffed, but the rhythm don't care,

Catch me moonwalkin' on the rug, mid-air.

Bounce to the funk, feel it in your soul,

Rhythm so deep, it’ll swallow you whole.

Funky groove, yeah, it’s out of control,

Ain’t no stoppin’, just let it roll.

Rhymes slicker than the oil on a fryin' pan,

Flow so tight, like the grip of a clam.

Fingers snappin', like a match on the flame,

Crowd hyped up, everybody knows the name.

Gold chains swingin', catch the light in a spin,

Swagger so loud, it drowns out the din.

Funk in my veins, it’s the life that I lead,

Groove so infectious, even haters concede.

Electric slide through the cosmic haze,

Neon lights flashin', like the disco's ablaze.

Lost in the rhythm, time starts to freeze,

Funk's the only language, everybody agrees.