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What is there to say? If nothing else, this track is made to get you Bouncing! In the car. At home. Out on the town. At the grocery store. Hanging out with Grandma. Eating at your new favorite meatball restaurant. Anywhere!

lyrics

That nasty flow. We killin' everything you know, or thought you knew about how the realist do.
We capture you! Caught inside our groove like glue. and quicksand too. The more you fight you like it dude now check it.
Depart from others just by rocking a live band. It's not bad seeing how we wreck it like we can.
They all canned, sounding like they came from the same brand. Preservatives unheard of when you make that real jam. Yeah.
Spitting with the flow you like. My words like light through night when my pens on white.
And I, fight and recite when the moon's on bright. You not feeling this?! Then you must not be listening right.
So make sure you pay attention we made a conscious decision to be noticed due to passion and skill, makes sure you notice that we: flip the flow to kill the show and let you know we're here and we're good to go!

People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. It's nasty child. You move groove and dance it out! It's crazy how we kill on every beat we pounce.
People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. So if you feel this in the place let me see you just, bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

A step closer to being the next of the bands you respect. We fully expect not to be the ones you eject, but the ones you suspect as the best. You'd be correct not to label us as one of the 'next'.
And don't forget the music's in our souls. Double stranded to the helix it's our genetic code.
Can't let it go start low and spread it across the globe. Injected through the music we infect you to the bone!
Just giving something you might like. Recognize true talent standing in bright lights. I did my homework so at the show we perform right.
And now for show and tell we present how we wreck mics, to rhyme tight, groove nice, colder than dry ice, the flow bites, soaking in that venom you can't fight.
The booty don't like so stay rocking with us aight? Well that's good, cause we're going to the end of the night!

People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. It's nasty child. You move groove and dance it out! It's crazy how we kill on every beat we pounce.
People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. So if you feel this in the place let me see you just, bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

Looking back to the ways that we came to this path, it's not math but the soul that you have.
It can't be calculated and put up on charts. I knew from the start I'd do it 'cause it stems from the heart. We're making art for the sea of heads that bob in the dark.
You like the start? We may be fresh out the gate, make no mistakes, raise the stakes 'cause I'm ready to play, aiming to stay.
I came in like a wrecking ball to change up the game!
It's like a diamond in the rough. Ademas, Greek meaning, Bruce Willis, too tough. It's not luck.
The beat lab's been doing its stuff. The time I put into the writt' my pad and pen's had enough.
Open and shut, but if you need a little bit more make sure you peep the roar when you head for the door.
Take it back to the forum and spread the lore that when we stop...
We got them screaming for more!

People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. It's nasty child. You move groove and dance it out! It's crazy how we kill on every beat we pounce.
People on the floor! You feeling me now, we're rocking out as we put that funk groove down. So if you feel this in the place let me see you just, bounce! Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

credits

from For It's Own Sake, released July 27, 2017
Brian Carson: Drums
Mike Birk: Guitar
Matthew McConahay: Bass
Ana Nelson: Tenor Sax
Adam Marchand: Trumpet
Curtis Williams: Vox, Alto Sax, Keys, Bouncemeister.

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Native Theory Indianapolis, Indiana

No matter what genre of music you grew up with, identify with, or listen to the most Native Theory is simply the idea that people like what they like and tend to have a difficult time really diving into unfamiliar musical territory.
We aim to bring a generous mix of genres in the best performative displays in order to expose the audience to new sounds and ideas.
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