Letras
Born broke deep South dirt floor days
No silver spoon just will and pain
Found his voice in a shout and a stomp
Turned hard times into somethin that jumped
Hit that stage like it owed him rent
Every move tight every breath well spent
Sweat hit the floor band locked in
Say it with your body let the rhythm begin
Ain't about pretty ain't about nice
It's about hittin right on time
On the one don't miss that drop
Feel it hit when the whole thing lock
Get up stay sharp stay ready to run
When the drummer talk you answer on the one
Yeah on the one
That's where it's done
Count it off make it clean
No loose ends no in between
Built his sound owned his name
Made discipline part of the flame
Church in the feet street in the snare
Funk in the air command everywhere
Didn't ask if you felt that beat
He told your body when to move your feet
Work ethic mean suit stay tight
Earned every scream every single night
On the one don't miss that drop
Feel it hit when the whole thing lock
Get up stay sharp stay ready to run
When the drummer talk you answer on the one
Yeah on the one
That's where it's done
Cape hit the floor he back up fast
Fall don't matter if you outlast
Call and command no time to fake
Say it with your legs let the bass line shake
Hit me
Tight
Stay right there
Again
On the one sweat don't lie
That groove tell truth every time
Turned funk into law soul into a gun
When the world needed fire
He lit it on the one
Not just music this was command
The sound of power in a working man