Russian Funk Brothers - R. F. B.
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Russian
Russian
Funk


Old block
Cold wind
Gold chain on a cheap tracksuit
Two dudes
One dream
Turn this grey yard into a shrine

Lift doors
Smell of paint
Speaker in a plastic shopping bag
Grandma at the window
Shakes her head
Still tapping time on the glass


Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (hey!)
Boom from the basement up
Whole house shaking with us
Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (say it!)
From panel walls to the stars
We turn this concrete into fire


Dull lights
Warm tea
Fake logo on the cap
Laugh loud
Talk fast
Mixing jokes with heavy past

Phone cam
One take
Neighbor yelling “keep it down”
We turn it higher
Start a choir
Every floor
The whole block now


Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (hey!)
Boom from the basement up
Whole house shaking with us
Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (say it!)
From panel walls to the stars
We turn this concrete into fire


Handclaps
Stomp floor
Circle in the narrow hall
One mic
All heart
Passing like a torch around

You
Me
Same beat
Different wounds but the groove one blood
When that kick hits
We all shout out
“Brothers” till the walls give up


Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (hey!)
Boom from the basement up
Whole house shaking with us
Russian
Russian
Russian funk
Russian Funk Brothers (say it!)
From panel walls to the stars
We turn this concrete into fire