SLAPOCALYPSE

[Verse] Thumb on the strings, a low-down groove, Bass saxophone wailin', gotta get a move! The rhythms collide, a tangled, jazzy beat, This ain't for the timid, it's for movin' your feet! [Chorus] Slap that bass, blow that horn, This funky storm was meant to be born! The groove's infectious, a fever in the night, Gotta shake it, break it, lose control, feel alright! [Slapping Bass Solo] [Bass Saxophone Joins] [Verse 2] The city lights blur, a neon streak, This music's the language, a code we speak. Hearts keep time on the concrete floor, The beat gets hotter, we're begging for more. [Chorus] Slap that bass, blow that horn, This funky storm was meant to be born! The groove's infectious, a fever in the night, Gotta shake it, break it, lose control, feel alright! [Bass Solo With Saxophone Riffs] [Bridge] The bass funks out, a wild, playful solo Saxophone squeaks and wails, a chaotic conversation [Chorus] Slap that bass, blow that horn, This funky storm was meant to be born! The groove's infectious, a fever in the night, Gotta shake it, break it, lose control, feel alright! [Saxophone Solo] [Verse 3] The beat keeps poundin', the notes still soar, This ain't no soundtrack, it's a sonic war! The music fades, but the sweat remains, The rhythm's in our blood, pulsin' through our veins! This ain't no soundtrack, it's a sonic war! The music fades, but the sweat remains, The rhythm's in our blood, pulsin' through our veins! [Chorus] Slap that bass, blow that horn, This funky storm was meant to be born! The groove's infectious, a fever in the night, Gotta shake it, break it, lose control, feel alright! [Slapping Bass Fast Solo] [Outro] [End]