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(Yo Bone hits the Mic, lights dim) soulful Urban Funk/ Ain't no genre/ it's a feeling/ Downtempo Swing beats lovers in tight/
Lo-Fi whispers through the city's roar, Urban Pop shimmers, not for ghetto listeners, that’s for sure/
Soulful Hip-Hop, on a hot summer day, Breaks in the beat, gotta have it your way/ Sliced audio loops/ fragments of dreams, Mo' funk and groove please/ The groove Dr. Samples up Hip Hop, Soul Jazz soooo sweet/ Ready to be chopped/ a sonic treat/
Sliced, stretched, and pitched/ a kaleidoscope sound/ Dig it, baby,/ shake her booty round/ Man, it's a funky swingin' affair/ you feel it in your soul/ From Harlem rooftops to a downtown pop-up nite club/. Hey rhythm people, let me hear you shout! Culture clash, no room for doubt!/
The Hip Hop sound of New York Jazz City/you may ask, is the world safe for the groove child? Pity, anyone who can't feel the funky bass, hitting your chest make you funkin’ in the streets a hydrant spray not in your way/ Wah Wah guitar crying in this urban space/
Horns blaze bright/ a Milky Way of sexy vocals ignites a deep desire/ My girlfriend gets freaky nasty, she can't deny, the sexy club sounds reaching for the sky/
Funky acid fresh latin disco/
Oh yeah, baby! Smokin' a joint fresh out of the gig/
Da funk is high, Yo, nuff said, it's understood, this music voyage, forever good is not over …understood?
Copyright © Tony Adamo | Year Posted 2025
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