BURNING FOR THE FOUR ON THE FLOOR

Man, there ain't nothin' like that buzz of four on the floor. It gets your blood pumpin'. You hit the gas pedal, and that engine just thunders through the pavement. The beat is locked in like a prison cell, and you're the prisoner. It reminds you to a simpler time, when the music was raw, and you could just cut loose. Some folks say it's all a