I’m the king of the funk, crown heavy on my soul,
got the stage on fire, every note payin’ toll.
Hear the horn section scream like a midnight train,
I grind the groove ‘til the blood becomes rain.
Call me Mr. Dynamite, I ain’t never gon’ fold,
when I holler “Get up!” the whole planet go gold.
I’m the rhyme in the sweat, the scream in the bone,
James Brown, baby—king forever, stone.