Funky, Hip Hop, metaphysical, self help music!

Wickity Whomp Stomp

Ian Goble - Guitar, Simon Rios - Vocals, Robert Wilson - Drums, Ben Johnson - Keys, Jared Stainbrook - Vocals, Nathan Hemken Bass, R Gouldberg - Alto Sax, Skip Wright - Tenor Sax, Benson Goble - Trumpet

Recorded & Mixed by Peter Krueger at Precision Intermedia

Lyrics:

Verse:
We come with the force of a bomb. These beats are stronger than torture's arm. People dance, we rock 'til the crack of the dawn. Get some 'til it's gone like a mastodon. 

The classics bombed. The math has evolved. Drill out your brain like a Phantasm ball. Now, jam with the lost, drinking cannibal broth, abandon your thoughts, and take your mandibles off.

Funk in the dungeon there's heat. We bump to the rumbling beat. Fantasy, we're the stuff that you see in your dreams. Get some, turn it up 'til the speakers to the speakers scream.

Choras:
Ladies in Bikinis BBQ'in weenies. Makes me feel so greasy, the things she does to please me.

Verse:
Hair that grows on the top of my feet. Earthquake. Objects fall as we drop to the beat. It's me, a heavy dose of the two scoops, original. Who moves the crowd with the words that I spit. We come quick. Part chameleon, two parts the liquid that soaks in my brain, it puts the words on the page. So hey. I keep on rocking 'cause I'm never stopping. Combined with Dungeon Heat you know we keep the beats knocking. I'm aggressive like rough sex, sometimes I get obsessed, take picture to remember myself. The place I come from really doesn't exist. Swiss miss, I need you closer than a French Kiss. It's not the laundry that you didn't switch. It's also not the reason why you got the itch. This is a testament of time. Catch me messing with rhyme. Caressing the rhyme. Getting ready 'cause I'm next in line.

(Ladies In Bikinis) BBQ the Weenies

A song of FALCOR! the luck dragon from the Neverending Story! Dungeon Heat!!!!

FALCOR!

Lyrics:

Ufo at the rose bowl 
Taxi driver is an asshole
Two kids on vacation
From a place they call witch mountain 

(Fast riff after versus lyrics maybe)
Intergalactic energization
Molecular mobilization 

Victors working on mind control
On Lethas nephew named Sickle. 
Tony saves him from his destiny 
Victor wants Tony for his E.S.P. 
(Chant "E.S.P.")

Intergalactic energization
Molecular mobilization

Return, Return, Return 
Witch Mountain
Return, Return, Return
Witch Mountain 

Lethas got a plan of her own 
At the museum, stealing all the gold
Tony can't stop no matter how hard he tries
He can't resist those Betty Davis eyes. 

Tia's now gonna save the day
With her gang they call the EARTHQUAKES
Only Relying on her telepathy 
She saves her bother with E.S.P.

Return to Witch Mountain

Straight Sippin'

We come from the darkest depths of the Dungeon where the funky heat is so sweet that it burns your eyes! 

Dungeon Heat

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