Bağlama Bounce

(c'mon) (let's go)

Step into the circle watch the rhythm take flight Got the mic

in my hand and I'm owning the night With a Turkish string

styling and a boom bap punch Leave the beat-making pretenders far behind

for lunch (hahaha) Flowing like water with a sharp-edged style Keep the

crowds all moving for a country mile

We drop the beat and we make it swing Hear the darbuka

and the strings ring (yeah)

No hesitation we take the crown Turning the speakers up in your

town

Watch the fingerwork fly on the wooden neck fret While I drop

a lyrical pattern you won't forget From the East to the West

got the rhythm aligned Leaving all of the standard formulas behind (unh)

Keep it crisp and clean when the accents drop We started from

the bottom and we won't ever stop

We drop the beat and we make it swing Hear the darbuka

and the strings ring

(that's right)

No hesitation we take the crown Turning the speakers up in your

town

We out here (unh) Oriental flavor on a classic beat