Bossa Soundcheck - Kero One

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

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…

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?