​[Intro]
(Thin audio... CLACK! Large cassette play button pressed. MASSIVE 808 EXPLOSION!)
Dr. F (Talk): "SILENCE IS A CRIME! Where's the plastic? WHERE'S THE CHROME? Where's that GIANT STEREO?! Waking up the Mother-Stereo. SHAKE THE GROUND!"
Shout: "BRING THE NOISE!"
​[Chorus: All - Melodic Harmony]
BURN THE EARBUDS, BRING THE NOISE!
Bring the BOOMBOX for the funky boys!
The BOOMBOX is back, the street is the floor!
WE DON’T WANT THE SILENCE ANYMORE!
​[Verse 1: Dr. Funkenstein]
The city's cold, the streets are dead.
Signals trapped inside your head.
I’m digging deep, grabbing the chrome.
BRINGING THAT HEAVY THUNDER BACK HOME!
​[Verse 2: Silky Male]
Walking like ghosts in the pouring rain.
Trapped in the wires inside your brain.
The giant is waking, the concrete will shake.
Waking the block for the neighborhood's sake!
​[Verse 3: Low-Alt Female]
No more beans, we’re KICKING THE DOOR.
A magnetic hum beneath the floor.
Pull out the wires, IGNITE THE HEAT.
We’re putting the rhythm back on the street!
​[Pre-Chorus: All 3]
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE WOOFER? (Kicking in!)
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE HEARTBEAT? (Underneath the skin!)
All: GRAVITY IS SHIFTING, THE BOX IS ON THE SHOULDER!
​[Chorus: All - Melodic Harmony]
BURN THE EARBUDS, BRING THE NOISE!
Bring the BOOMBOX for the funky boys!
The BOOMBOX is back, the street is the floor!
WE DON’T WANT THE SILENCE ANYMORE!
​[Verse 4: Group Vocal]
Throw the beans in the gutter, let 'em roll.
Let the rocking rhythm TAKE ITS TOLL.
From the corner to the roof, FEEL THE HEAT.
ONE GIANT SPEAKER FOR EVERY STREET!
​[Bridge 1: Male Rap & Scratches]
(Vocal Scratch: "F-f-f-FRESH!" "W-w-w-WIKI-WIKI!")
Back in eighty-four, we carried the weight.
Twelve D-cell batteries, WE FEELING GREAT!
WHERE’S THE VINYL? WHERE’S THE HEAVY TAPE?
From this analog power, THERE’S NO ESCAPE!
​[Verse 5: Dr. Funkenstein]
The concrete waves like the deep blue sea.
I’m the doctor of rhythm, FOLLOW ME!
My woofers pump a GALLON OF SOUL.
Turning the city to a giant bowl.
​[Verse 6: Silky Male & Female]
Male: Hey sister, you see that kid?
Female: Yeah, he found what the silence hid.
Male: Heart is beating to the P-FUNK SWING.
Female: Now he knows exactly what it means TO SING!
​[Pre-Chorus: All 3]
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE WOOFER? (Kicking in!)
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE HEARTBEAT? (Underneath the skin!)
All: GRAVITY IS SHIFTING, THE BOX IS ON THE SHOULDER!
​[Chorus: All - Melodic Harmony]
BURN THE EARBUDS, BRING THE NOISE!
Bring the BOOMBOX for the funky boys!
The BOOMBOX is back, the street is the floor!
WE DON’T WANT THE SILENCE ANYMORE!
​[Bridge 2: Long Instrumental Jam]
(Epic P-Funk breakdown. Shimmering bells, heavy Moog, "Breakin'" guitar. Shouts: "WHERE'S THE TAPE?!", "CRANK IT UP!")
​[Verse 7: Dr. Funkenstein]
STOP THE CARS! STOP THE ELEVATORS!
We’re the funk-rocking detonators.
This ain't a private party in your head.
THIS IS A HURRICANE OF SOUND INSTEAD!
​[Verse 8: Group Vocal]
ARMY OF THE CHROME, ARMY OF THE TAPE.
No more isolation, NO ESCAPE!
Join the parade, let the sidewalk crack.
THE KING OF THE STREET IS FINALLY BACK!
​[Verse 9: Low-Alt Female]
I remember nights when the air was loud.
Vanishing into a rhythmic cloud.
No more screens, no more digital wall.
JUST THE RAW POWER THAT SHAKES US ALL!
​[Bridge 3: Female Rap & Scratches]
(Vocal Scratch: "S-s-s-STOP THE SILENCE!" "P-p-p-PUMP IT UP!")
DROP THE EGO, drop the small device.
In the world of funk, WE DON'T PLAY NICE.
SONIC TAKEOVER, A PHYSICAL COUP.
SHAKING THE MARROW RIGHT OUT OF YOU!
​[Verse 10: Dr. Funkenstein & Silky Male]
Magnetic fields pull the plastic away.
A BRAND NEW DAWN, A BRAND NEW DAY.
The ghosts in the machine start to dance.
GIVING THE BLOCK A FIGHTING CHANCE!
​[Pre-Chorus: All 3]
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE WOOFER? (Kicking in!)
Dr. F: CAN YOU FEEL THE HEARTBEAT? (Underneath the skin!)
All: GRAVITY IS SHIFTING, THE BOX IS ON THE SHOULDER!
​[Verse 11: 3-Way Call & Response]
Female: IS IT LOUD ENOUGH?
Male: I CAN’T HEAR THE SUN!
Dr. F: TURN IT UP UNTIL THE CITY IS ONE!
​[Verse 12: All - Finale]
THE EARBUD IS DEAD, THE BOOMBOX IS KING!
RESONANCE IN EVERY SINGLE THING!
The resurrection of the boom and the bap.
THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD IS FALLING IN THE TRAP!
​[Chorus: All - Melodic Harmony]
BURN THE EARBUDS, BRING THE NOISE!
Bring the BOOMBOX for the funky boys!
The BOOMBOX is back, the street is the floor!
WE DON’T WANT THE SILENCE ANYMORE!
​[Outro]
(Heavy beats, scratching, crowd shouting)
Dr. F: "KEEP IT LOUD! Where's my chrome tape? If it doesn't shake the windows, it ain't music! SIGNING OFF!"
(Sound of cassette ejecting. Final massive reverb hit.)