[Verse 1] Patent leather pressure on a parquet plane, Mirror-ball manners in a laser-lit rain, I slide like syntax through a subwoofer snap, Every backbeat cracks with a bassline slap. Chrome-plated grin in a strobe-light stance, Low-end braided in a body-lock dance, Kick drum talking with a chest-cave thud, Says, “Bend that gravity, drop that flood.” [Pre-Chorus] I don’t chase fate, I just chase that break, When the hi-hat stutters for the build-up’s sake. Sub starts growling, crowd on cue, Count it down slow, three… two… [Chorus] The proof’s in the groove, feel that quake, Rattle your ribcage, make the floorboards shake, If it bends your spine, that’s tangible truth, Low-end signed and sealed, living proof. The proof’s in the groove, no appeal, no debate, Four-on-the-floor cross-examinate, When the bassline swears in a subsonic move, Verdict comes back: proof’s in the groove. (The proof’s in the groove!) (Subsonic truth!) [Verse 2] Velvet rope rebel in a funk machine, Clean-cut shuffle with a bassline sheen, Brass flash bright through the vaporwave haze, Carving up doubt in a sub-heavy blaze. I pivot, I parry, I cut through the kick, Metronome bones in a halftime tick, Double-time rhyme in a strobe-lit glide, Got a rave diploma in the school of sidechain. (Glide… sidechain…) [Pre-Chorus] No small talk needed, no grand excuse, Just a pocket so deep it shakes the roof. Hi-hat tremble, bass about to move, Hold that breath, prepare the proof. [Chorus] The proof’s in the groove, exhibit bass, Body in motion in a laser-lit space, No counterfeit rhythm, no hollowed-out move, Judge and jury bounce to the groove. The proof’s in the groove, undeniable sound, 808 thunder shaking the ground, When the rhythm’s airtight, pressure-approved, You don’t need faith, proof’s in the groove! [Bridge] Strip to the drum, let the subline crawl, Let the bass walk tall through the drop zone wall, Clap on two, let the halftime flirt, Grind that shuffle till it kicks up dirt. Stack that brass in a pressure-packed stack, Lean in close… then snap it back. [Final Chorus] The proof’s in the groove, feel that surge, Bassline bending at the sonic verge, No alibi rhythm, no need to prove, Every heartbeat locked in the groove. The proof’s in the groove, loud and smooth, Signed in subharmonic truth, When the low-end hits and the top-line moves, You don’t need faith, proof’s in the groove! The proof’s in the groove! The proof’s in the groove! The proof’s in the groove! (The proof’s in the groove!)
