Verse1:
I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move/
to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood/
flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality/
addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty/
getting fingers dusty in a number of states/
is the thrill the kill or hunt for chase/catch me diggin in crates.. for fatter breaks than pangea/
makin beats for streets creatin a buzz like sangria/
searchin groove merchants and virgin soil for soul/
..unearthin beats that make your body lose control/
and it dont stop a story telling never ending/
cali's the setting the plots a pot forever melting/
connectin c**tures, through music its amusing/
disk jockies.. rock parties.. and its records they're using
awesome feeling my noddin head forecasts/
its the beats, no the vibe, man i cant hold back/
(chorus)
so yes party people are you feeling the vibes/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/
verse2
and now its Friday I just got paid/
I'm off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait/
And I'll explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough/
without music I'm handicapped and vinyls my crutch/
lifting me up... inverting my frown when I'm down/
mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found/
so I lounge untill that day we're bound by destiny/
Looking past the cover to see if its meant to be/
cuz if its unique I'll discover whats underneath/
to reveal its true appeal and if we're destined to meet/
and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this/
and check the rhythm..cuz true love is in sync/
as I flirt with wax in search of romance/
honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks/
and perhaps happily after this chapter will end/
its the beats or the steez...d*** I can't comprehend.../
(chorus)
its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes?/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/
I put the needle to the groove and let my physical move/
to these deep funky rhythms that uplift my mood/
flippin' through tunes and stacks of wax for quality/
addicted to vinyl and my only cure is poverty/
getting fingers dusty in a number of states/
is the thrill the kill or hunt for chase/catch me diggin in crates.. for fatter breaks than pangea/
makin beats for streets creatin a buzz like sangria/
searchin groove merchants and virgin soil for soul/
..unearthin beats that make your body lose control/
and it dont stop a story telling never ending/
cali's the setting the plots a pot forever melting/
connectin c**tures, through music its amusing/
disk jockies.. rock parties.. and its records they're using
awesome feeling my noddin head forecasts/
its the beats, no the vibe, man i cant hold back/
(chorus)
so yes party people are you feeling the vibes/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/
verse2
and now its Friday I just got paid/
I'm off to vinyl shops cause hunger can wait/
And I'll explore stores mining for that diamond in the rough/
without music I'm handicapped and vinyls my crutch/
lifting me up... inverting my frown when I'm down/
mentally I hear its melodies but yet to be found/
so I lounge untill that day we're bound by destiny/
Looking past the cover to see if its meant to be/
cuz if its unique I'll discover whats underneath/
to reveal its true appeal and if we're destined to meet/
and check the rhythm, check the rhythm like this/
and check the rhythm..cuz true love is in sync/
as I flirt with wax in search of romance/
honeymoon in my room and give birth to tracks/
and perhaps happily after this chapter will end/
its the beats or the steez...d*** I can't comprehend.../
(chorus)
its like this yall, are you feeling the vibes?/
records are rotatin i'm feelin alright/
we resurrect old artists and help their music survive/
so join us on this ride to keepin vinyl alive/