THE AURAL UNDERGROUND

We’ve never had a million dollars

Never had the big fat coffers

All we had was a need to do our thing now

We hit the road with the motor running

foot to the floor and the bassline humming

The drum beat never lacked the status

You want the truth?

We’ll just ask us

We’re not asking/We’re just doing

And we ain’t no hit machine

We’re just here to please you soul

What we have is a crowd of mammals

Brought to the floor by the aural channel

and we’re asking you to raise you voice now

It started small but it’s getting bigger

funk gun cocked and we’ll pull the trigger

Fist in the face blending old and new

You want the proof? Well let me tell ya

We’ve been hung up on computers

chat rooms bills and china dolls

We’ve been numb, full of duty

What’s it feel like to be bold?

We’re not asking

We’re just doing

And we ain’t no hit machine

We’re just here to please you soul

It’s systematic

It’s automatic

And we’ll be getting down now

As we smash the mold

We won’t let go

It’s like overload

As we smash that mold

You ain’t never heard it

We ain’t never played it

It’s systematic

It’s automatic

And we’ll be getting down now

We’re not asking

We’re just doing

And we ain’t no hit machine

We’re just here to please you soul

As we smash the mold

We won’t let go

It’s like overload

As we smash that mold