[Intro – Raw / Funk Chant] Uh! Yeah now… Right here. [Verse 1] Bassline growlin’ in the back of the room Drummer talkin’ in a language of boom Ain’t no glitter, ain’t no disguise Just that funk tellin’ truth, no lies Sweat on the wall, heat in the air Every step say “get in there” When the groove sits low and tight You don’t dance pretty—you dance right [Pre-Chorus] Feel it crawl up your spine Hit you hard, hit you on time When that pocket pulls you near You ain’t leavin’—you’re stayin’ right here [Chorus – Hard Funk Hook] I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) When the groove get low and mean I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) Every beat know what I mean No slow drag, no look back Just a hard groove on a one-way track I got a pocket full of fire tonight And I’m lettin’ it burn, lettin’ it bite [Verse 2] Horn section cut like a switchblade snap Rhythm guitar on a tight-tight trap Every note sharp, every break clean This ain’t smooth—it’s in-between Saw you move when the breakdown hit Shoulders talkin’, hips won’t quit This that funk you feel in your shoes Make a saint sweat, make a sinner choose [Pre-Chorus 2] Hear that space between the hits That’s where the real funk sits If you know, then you know the rule Less is more when it’s cut that cruel [Chorus] I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) When the groove get low and mean I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) Every beat know what I mean No slow drag, no look back Just a hard groove on a one-way track I got a pocket full of fire tonight And I’m lettin’ it burn, lettin’ it bite [Bridge – Breakdown / Speak-Sing] Hold it— Let the bass talk… (Spoken) Right there in the pocket Don’t rush it Don’t smooth it out Let it sit… Uh! Now bring it back! [Final Chorus – Stripped & Heavy] I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) Feel it hit when the band lock tight I got a pocket full of fire (burn!) When the groove don’t need no light Just raw sweat, just bare sound Just a deep-down, dirty ground I got a pocket full of fire tonight And the funk ain’t askin’—it’s takin’ the mic [Outro – Fade / Chant] Pocket… pocket… Full of fire… (Yeah) Don’t clean it up Let it ride
