The Anatomy of Funk

Inevitable sounds are bound to reach the surface

It was then, now and forever that it has a purpose

The inexplicable center piece of all tunes your radios pump out in the present crop

The first born of jazz and soul and the DNA of Hip-Hop

We are the source and the course of the funk

We are the distributors of its energy and we gather it in our trunks

Let the world hear, as the funk disappears to the rears of all craniums

As the blood flows, the funk goes from your left to right atriums

Welcome to the stadium, where all the funky players play

I now reunite you all with the funk, shall we be FUNKED UP EVERY DAY

Let the funk be, for it is the vital pulse you have with every dance of your human anatomy

Funk On


© 2019 Maranate

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