paroles de chanson Funk Like This - Mausiki Scales

Upon our arrival
Paramount to our survival
We return to the musings in this river
To the music of this river
It always delivers

You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This

It's the train that ain't never late
And those that know what it is
Know what it is, cause it is what it is
Done hollered in the fields
It's bigger than the big pill
It never fails...

You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This

Them Gandy dancers
And them works songs
And the field songs
And them field hollers
Children slappin' hands
Like them HBCU Marching Bands
Them Golden Tigers &
Them Marching Crimson Pipers
Checking in under the shed
Funk ain't dead...

Ragtime to the second lines
We supply the rhythm
Work songs are hidden war cries
Survive the day
Laying dem railroad ties
It's the antidote found in them Blue Notes
Them griots know
The river is found in Westwest Africa
The river is found in Westwest Africa

Cause ain't no funk like this
Ain't been no funk like this until this

You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This
You ain't never seen no Funk Like This
Til This

Now it's your turn
Organize the world!

Upon our arrival
Paramount to our survival
We return to the musings of this river
To the music of this river
Cause It always delivers

It's the train that ain't never late
If we know what it is, you know what it is
You can hear what it is
Done hollered in the fields
It's bigger than the big pill
It never fails
It's like
Them works songs
And them gandy dancers
Field hollers
The field songs
Children slappin' hands
Like them HBCU marching bands
Them Golden Tigers and
Them Marching Crimson Pipers
Checking in under the shed
Funk ain't dead...

Ragtime to the second lines
We supply the rhythm
Work songs are hidden war cries
Survive the day
Lay dem railroad ties
It's the antidote found in them Blue Notes