Top Of The World
Funk Vigilante Lyrics


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Click.
Bang.
Here we go

The Vigilante has arrived
so we start the show

Roll out the red carpet
Cut the red tape
Cause the funk is defined
by the lines we break

The beats are alive
The vibe is real
So stand up and tell me now
How do you feel?
Sitting on top of the world, yeah we own it
Take a minute just to live in the moment

Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free but you got to believe it now

Hell yeah, freedom, hell yeah.

Ghosty Boy
Said I'm a mean machine
I got the funk style like you can't believe
I break the beat down and bring the sweet sound with ease
Bounce like a trampoline
When you hear these rhythms and feel the vibe
My rhymes are toxic like cyanide
I talk sick shit,
my wick is lit to pop
like a stick of dynamite

Boom! I'm up on the front lines
Bringing the soldiers home
It's all we need but you've got to believe it now
Bang! I'm up on the front lines
Stop! Hey, what's that sound
We can be free you just got to believe it now

Let me hear you say....







Hell yeah, freedom. Hell yeah.

Overall Meaning

The opening lines of Funk Vigilante's song Top of the World begin with the sound of a click followed by a bang, depicting the start of a show as the Vigilante makes an entrance. The first verse highlights the significance of the funk genre and how it operates with a certain degree of style and precision, where the carpets are rolled out and the red tape is cut. It gives listeners an insight into how the beats are alive, and the vibe is real. The chorus, ‘Sitting on top of the world, yeah we own it, take a minute just to live in the moment,’ encourages the listeners to bask in their own success and acknowledge the success of others.


The second verse begins with the Vigilante on the front lines, bringing the soldiers home, implying the role of an underdog that is fighting for a noble cause. The line ‘Stop! Hey, what's that sound, we can be free but you got to believe it now,’ is a reference to Buffalo Springfield's song “For What It's Worth,” which served as a social commentary during the 1960s. The song advocates believing in the possibility of freedom, which could be fought for through the right cause. The final verse is delivered by Ghosty Boy and is about his unique style of rapping. The verses end with the chorus that encourages listeners to embrace freedom and believe in it.


Line by Line Meaning

Click.
The start of this song, signaling that something is about to happen.


Bang.
The start of something exciting and energetic.


Here we go
The beginning of an adventure.


The Vigilante has arrived so we start the show
Funk Vigilante, the persona of the artist, has arrived and the performance is beginning.


Roll out the red carpet Cut the red tape Cause the funk is defined by the lines we break
The preparation for something grand, cutting through the bureaucracy to showcase something unique and creative.


The beats are alive The vibe is real So stand up and tell me now How do you feel?
The energy of the music and atmosphere around is powerful and the artist is asking the audience to respond.


Sitting on top of the world, yeah we own it Take a minute just to live in the moment
The artist is at the top, feeling empowered, and encourages everyone to embrace and savor the current moment.


Bang! I'm up on the front lines Bringing the soldiers home It's all we need but you've got to believe it now Boom! I'm up on the front lines Stop! Hey, what's that sound We can be free but you got to believe it now
The artist is using military metaphors to assert their determination in taking a stand and creating something real, urging the audience to support this idea of freedom and revolution.


Hell yeah, freedom, hell yeah.
A boisterous affirmation of the value and excitement of freedom.


Ghosty Boy Said I'm a mean machine I got the funk style like you can't believe I break the beat down and bring the sweet sound with ease Bounce like a trampoline When you hear these rhythms and feel the vibe My rhymes are toxic like cyanide I talk sick shit, my wick is lit to pop like a stick of dynamite
The artist describing their hard-hitting style of music and lyrics, confident in inspiring movement and energy that will captivate and entertain the audience.


Let me hear you say.... Hell yeah, freedom. Hell yeah.
Asking the audience to respond once again in affirmation of the passion and value of freedom in their own lives.




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Comments from YouTube:

@TaneKendrick

Haha, I saw the football slideshow vid and realized who this was. :P Sick song.

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