You see the music which you claim you don't understand
Is the same music, that's got you bobbing your head and clapping your hands
Although you often lay claim to the origins of rock and roll
If you actually rolled back the rock you would find the lyrics of a black man and his soul
That jungle of which you speak
Gave the world the rhythm and gave the world the beat
So, if the sound of my music stills make you blue
All I say is…then…then…FUNK YOU
From Beethoven to the Charlie Bird
From "Amazing Grace" to the "Duke of Earl"
Even the soles of Elvis "Blue Suede Shoes"
Had its origin in Mississippi Blues
So, when it comes to my music, I respectfully disagree
While Mozart may be your classic, Earth, Wind and Fire is classical to me
If at last this melodic, harmonic, African-Oriented syncopation, for you doesn't ring true
Once again I say unequivocally, then…then…then…FUNK YOU.