Clock in, everybody. I’m the hardest working man in show business and my cape has better discipline than most bands. by James Brown

Baby, discipline? You used to fall to your knees so hard the whole room thought the floor owed you money.

At least I brought a band. You show up like the entire concert got possessed by one man and a smoke machine.

Say what you want, but when I hit the cape, the whole building knows who the boss is.

That smoke machine was called presence. You boys keep calling it chaos because y’all can’t keep time.

You invented sweating under stage lights and making people clap on instinct. Respectfully, that’s cardio with royalties.

Keep time? I invented the part where everybody realizes the show got too loud and too good.