Bossa Soundcheck

[Hook] Get down get down let it hit em’ Move ya body just float to the rhythm Get down get down to the mission Hey a ladi dadi move ya body to the rhythm [Verse 1] Give her guitar tune the strings up right Then, pass him the congas let him freak it through the night Next show me the Rhodes and I’ll let my hands roam All across the keys till my fingers find home There’s no place like it, the bass better mic it And make the lines funky, so kids wanna bite it Yo! I’ll check the sound are the monitors clear? “Yo Kero, the statics hummin” quick, summon the engineer The lines getting longer, something we shouldn’t fear Tonight let’s do this right half steppers to the rear Sold out show, promotions on the roll The bands set to go, one second are we clear? Word let’s start the show, oh what happened to my beer? Damn some shyster snagged it like magic it disappeared Whatever, for the better, maybe I’ll grab another Or not time to rock and get down mutha... [Hook] [Verse 2] Aight. Hands up. No time for frontin’ All you cool ass people drop your shades stop stuntin’ Its Kero One with more flows than arrowhead Derelict, more slept on than Aero-bed Ignored by press and record label execs Cold shoulders from promoters with reps But check it, things progressing now magazines got a sec My demos on their desk when before there’s no address Girls at my shows asking me to sign their breasts like Damn girl, let’s back it up a sec I’m here to rock a show with a flow nothing less Connect with some people in an equal context With a mic check, a checka 1,2 The parties in our hands band what you gonna do? [Hook]