Scone & The Butterbeans: Funk Justice (Put the Hammer Down)

[Intro – Funky bass, wah guitar, cowbell clanking like justice itself] OHHHH SNAP! Time to grease the wheels of righteousness… ⸻ [Verse 1] Struttin’ down the freeway in a three-piece soul suit, Whitewall tires, dancin’ to the bassline’s truth. Got a briefcase full of rhythm and a warrant for your funk, And a backup crew in bell-bottoms ridin’ in the trunk. ⸻ [Chorus – Big horns, layered vocals, pure sass] We bring the funk, we bring the law — Hit ya so hard, you’ll call your ma! Funk justice! (FUNK!) Put the hammer down, We don’t write tickets — we write breakdowns! ⸻ [Verse 2] Caught a bad groove skippin’ through the wrong lane, Tried to bribe me with disco — boy, that was insane. So I hit him with a bassline that cracked his spine, Now he preaches soul on the county line. ⸻ [Bridge – Funky gospel breakdown with claps and organ] Can I get a groove-yeah? (GROOVE-YEAH!) Can I get a testify? (UH-HUH!) You best obey the rhythm, Or your booty’s gonna cry! ⸻ [Final Chorus – Horns blazing, full choir] Funk justice! We roll deep in style, Arrest your hips and funk you trial by trial. Funk justice! Don’t plead the beat, ’Cause the Butterbeans bring that courtroom heat! 🎶 ⸻ [Outro – Tambourine crash, bass solo exit, siren fades out] “This ain’t a traffic stop, sugar… it’s a soul intervention.”