Adventures In Funk Space Lyrics & Chords By Bingoboys

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countdown 5 4 3 2 1 mothership's exploration beyond the bright sun
a rythmic analyis of the final frontier
sent the funkadelic planets through the atmosphere
to captains log stardate 2024
ripped up many planets now I'm steppin' to many more
hotter than a comet in a firey rage
now my kind of reputation that I smoke on stage

so I see no punks with astromicial lyricists
experiment with chemics like a nuclear physicist
cause of interplanetary activation his plan is motivate to my creation
round and round around the the solar system
pick the super rythm is what we list em
levitate the bodies gravitate to move
and have the whole universe freakin' under my groove


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Lost in space as the world revolves
an intergalactical trip through the stars
movin' at the speed of sound through the galaxies
no sense of direction or small technicalities
'cuz unitified funk is energized by a soul for motivation for a known enterprise
origin unknown terminus anonymous
the close encounter was luminous and it just passed through the constellations
funked up the nation
brought forth the futurization of a pyschadelic integration of an operation
his honor is polled liberation is non confidential three dimensional is universal styles are conventional
breaking the scales as it registers an overload

Be prepared, 'cuz here comes the motherlode!

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Dance to the groove
Dance to the groove
Dance to the groove
Dance to the groove

(solo)

The boundaries of time and space is illusion
whenever explored by the mind is confusion
the gravitational force is centrifical
the expedition at all that was difficult
whenver the less the intent of this oddessy was to express as a musical prophecy
Funk in form of the past of what is to come listen to the funky rythm of the kick drum
so gimme the funk funk gimme the funk funk gimme the bass
gimme the rythm and hit 'em and get 'em lost in outer space (space)
breaking the barrier acellerating at warp speed
a mothership connection is just what the voice needs
a groove in this galaxy where funk is unlimited
and any news of data funakdelic is primitive
to cause a planet's metaporphasis from my fists
to a place where all the funkadelic brothers exists

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