Next Century's Rare Phonk

electronic,hip hop,folktronica,drift phonk,rhythmic,phonk,idm,experimental hip hop,glitch hop,sampling,avant-garde,dissonant

April 15th, 2024udio

Lyrics

Chorus: "Next century, Rare phonk beats, a tenor sax in harmony, Instrumental vibes, so electronic and free, In this folktronica world, where rhythm is the key." Verse 1: In the next century's dawn, we find our way, To the rhythm of rare phonk, where we sway, With a tenor sax's soulful melody, Guiding us through this futuristic fantasy. Verse 2: Instrumental beats echo in the air, An electronic symphony beyond compare, In this folktronica realm, where dreams take flight, We dance to the pulsating rhythms of the night. Verse 3: Lost in the drift phonk's hypnotic trance, We explore new dimensions with every glance, The tenor sax weaves its magic spell, In this electronic folklore where stories dwell. Verse 4: Navigating through the soundscape unknown, We embrace the journey, making it our own, With each rare beat and saxophone note, We carve our path through this musical boat. Verse 5: In the next century's embrace, we ride the wave, Of drift phonk, where souls are brave, Rare beats and saxophone in harmonious blend, Creating melodies that never seem to end. Verse 6: Drifting through the ether, with rhythm as our guide, We lose ourselves in this electronic tide, The tenor saxophone leads us on our way, Through folktronica landscapes where we'll stay. Verse 7: In the midst of phonk-filled air, we're found, Lost in beats so rare, our hearts are bound, The tenor saxophone sings its sweet refrain, In this electronic folktronica domain. Verse 8: With each step we take, we navigate, Through the soundscape of the next century's fate, Drift phonk vibes pulse through our veins, As we dance to the beat of electronic chains. Verse 9: Grooving to the phonk in the next century's light, We drift through the night, embracing the flight, Rare beats and tenor saxophone's call, Leading us forward, never to fall. Verse 10: Instrumental melodies fill the air, As we breathe in the electronic affair, Folktronica rhythms, so rich and deep, In this hip hop fusion, our souls will keep. Verse 11: With each passing moment, we find our way, Through the next century's musical array, Drifting through phonk, rare and true, With the tenor saxophone guiding us through. Verse 12: Lost in the echoes of electronic sound, We discover new worlds as we journey around, The folktronica landscape, vast and wide, In rhythmic harmony, we'll forever abide. Verse 13: In the heart of the next century's beat, We dance to the rhythm of rare and sweet, With the tenor saxophone leading the way, In this electronic symphony, we'll forever stay. Verse 14: As the night fades into the dawn's first light, We'll continue to groove, our spirits bright, In the next century's embrace, we'll find our place, In the rhythm of drift phonk, our souls will race. Verse 15: So let's ride the wave of the next century's sound, With rare beats and sax, we'll forever be bound, In this electronic folktronica reverie, Where rhythm is king, and we're forever free. Chorus: "Next century, Rare phonk beats, a tenor sax in harmony, Instrumental vibes, so electronic and free, In this folktronica world, where rhythm is the key." Verse 1: In the next century's dawn, we find our way, To the rhythm of rare phonk, where we sway, With a tenor sax's soulful melody, Guiding us through this futuristic fantasy. Verse 2: Instrumental beats echo in the air, An electronic symphony beyond compare, In this folktronica realm, where dreams take flight, We dance to the pulsating rhythms of the night. Verse 3: Lost in the drift phonk's hypnotic trance, We explore new dimensions with every glance, The tenor sax weaves its magic spell, In this electronic folklore where stories dwell. Verse 4: Navigating through the soundscape unknown, We embrace the journey, making it our own, With each rare beat and saxophone note, We carve our path through this musical boat. Verse 5: In the next century's embrace, we ride the wave, Of drift phonk, where souls are brave, Rare beats and saxophone in harmonious blend, Creating melodies that never seem to end. Verse 6: Drifting through the ether, with rhythm as our guide, We lose ourselves in this electronic tide, The tenor saxophone leads us on our way, Through folktronica landscapes where we'll stay. Verse 7: In the midst of phonk-filled air, we're found, Lost in beats so rare, our hearts are bound, The tenor saxophone sings its sweet refrain, In this electronic folktronica domain. Verse 8: With each step we take, we navigate, Through the soundscape of the next century's fate, Drift phonk vibes pulse through our veins, As we dance to the beat of electronic chains. Verse 9: Grooving to the phonk in the next century's light, We drift through the night, embracing the flight, Rare beats and tenor saxophone's call, Leading us forward, never to fall. Verse 10: Instrumental melodies fill the air, As we breathe in the electronic affair, Folktronica rhythms, so rich and deep, In this hip hop fusion, our souls will keep. Verse 11: With each passing moment, we find our way, Through the next century's musical array, Drifting through phonk, rare and true, With the tenor saxophone guiding us through. Verse 12: Lost in the echoes of electronic sound, We discover new worlds as we journey around, The folktronica landscape, vast and wide, In rhythmic harmony, we'll forever abide. Verse 13: In the heart of the next century's beat, We dance to the rhythm of rare and sweet, With the tenor saxophone leading the way, In this electronic symphony, we'll forever stay. Verse 14: As the night fades into the dawn's first light, We'll continue to groove, our spirits bright, In the next century's embrace, we'll find our place, In the rhythm of drift phonk, our souls will race. Verse 15: So let's ride the wave of the next century's sound, With rare beats and sax, we'll forever be bound, In this electronic folktronica reverie, Where rhythm is king, and we're forever free. Chorus Next century, Rare phonk beats, a tenor sax in harmony, Instrumental vibes, so electronic and free, In this folktronica world, where rhythm is the key." In the next century's dawn, we find our way, To the rhythm of rare phonk, where we sway, With a tenor sax's soulful melody, Guiding us through this futuristic fantasy. Verse 2: Instrumental beats echo in the air, An electronic symphony beyond compare, In this folktronica realm, where dreams take flight, We dance to the pulsating rhythms of the night. Verse 3: Lost in the drift phonk's hypnotic trance, We explore new dimensions with every glance, The tenor sax weaves its magic spell, In this electronic folklore where stories dwell. Verse 4: Navigating through the soundscape unknown, We embrace the journey, making it our own, With each rare beat and saxophone note, We carve our path through this musical boat. Verse 5: In the next century's embrace, we ride the wave, Of drift phonk, where souls are brave, Rare beats and saxophone in harmonious blend, Creating melodies that never seem to end. Verse 6: Drifting through the ether, with rhythm as our guide, We lose ourselves in this electronic tide, The tenor saxophone leads us on our way, Through folktronica landscapes where we'll stay. Verse 7: In the midst of phonk-filled air, we're found, Lost in beats so rare, our hearts are bound, The tenor saxophone sings its sweet refrain, In this electronic folktronica domain. Verse 8: With each step we take, we navigate, Through the soundscape of the next century's fate, Drift phonk vibes pulse through our veins, As we dance to the beat of electronic chains. Verse 9: Grooving to the phonk in the next century's light, We drift through the night, embracing the flight, Rare beats and tenor saxophone's call, Leading us forward, never to fall. Verse 10: Instrumental melodies fill the air, As we breathe in the electronic affair, Folktronica rhythms, so rich and deep, In this hip hop fusion, our souls will keep. Verse 11: With each passing moment, we find our way, Through the next century's musical array, Drifting through phonk, rare and true, With the tenor saxophone guiding us through. Verse 12: Lost in the echoes of electronic sound, We discover new worlds as we journey around, The folktronica landscape, vast and wide, In rhythmic harmony, we'll forever abide. Verse 13: In the heart of the next century's beat, We dance to the rhythm of rare and sweet, With the tenor saxophone leading the way, In this electronic symphony, we'll forever stay. Verse 14: As the night fades into the dawn's first light, We'll continue to groove, our spirits bright, In the next century's embrace, we'll find our place, In the rhythm of drift phonk, our souls will race. Verse 15: So let's ride the wave of the next century's sound, With rare beats and sax, we'll forever be bound, In this electronic folktronica reverie, Where rhythm is king, and we're forever free. Chorus: "Next century, Rare phonk beats, a tenor sax in harmony, Instrumental vibes, so electronic and free, In this folktronica world, where rhythm is the key." Verse 1: In the next century's dawn, we find our way, To the rhythm of rare phonk, where we sway, With a tenor sax's soulful melody, Guiding us through this futuristic fantasy. Verse 2: Instrumental beats echo in the air, An electronic symphony beyond compare, In this folktronica realm, where dreams take flight, We dance to the pulsating rhythms of the night. Verse 3: Lost in the drift phonk's hypnotic trance, We explore new dimensions with every glance, The tenor sax weaves its magic spell, In this electronic folklore where stories dwell. Verse 4: Navigating through the soundscape unknown, We embrace the journey, making it our own, With each rare beat and saxophone note, We carve our path through this musical boat. Verse 5: In the next century's embrace, we ride the wave, Of drift phonk, where souls are brave, Rare beats and saxophone in harmonious blend, Creating melodies that never seem to end. Verse 6: Drifting through the ether, with rhythm as our guide, We lose ourselves in this electronic tide, The tenor saxophone leads us on our way, Through folktronica landscapes where we'll stay. Verse 7: In the midst of phonk-filled air, we're found, Lost in beats so rare, our hearts are bound, The tenor saxophone sings its sweet refrain, In this electronic folktronica domain. Verse 8: With each step we take, we navigate, Through the soundscape of the next century's fate, Drift phonk vibes pulse through our veins, As we dance to the beat of electronic chains. Verse 9: Grooving to the phonk in the next century's light, We drift through the night, embracing the flight, Rare beats and tenor saxophone's call, Leading us forward, never to fall. Verse 10: Instrumental melodies fill the air, As we breathe in the electronic affair, Folktronica rhythms, so rich and deep, In this hip hop fusion, our souls will keep. Verse 11: With each passing moment, we find our way, Through the next century's musical array, Drifting through phonk, rare and true, With the tenor saxophone guiding us through. Verse 12: Lost in the echoes of electronic sound, We discover new worlds as we journey around, The folktronica landscape, vast and wide, In rhythmic harmony, we'll forever abide. Verse 13: In the heart of the next century's beat, We dance to the rhythm of rare and sweet, With the tenor saxophone leading the way, In this electronic symphony, we'll forever stay. Verse 14: As the night fades into the dawn's first light, We'll continue to groove, our spirits bright, In the next century's embrace, we'll find our place, In the rhythm of drift phonk, our souls will race. Verse 15: So let's ride the wave of the next century's sound, With rare beats and sax, we'll forever be bound, In this electronic folktronica reverie, Where rhythm is king, and we're forever free. Chorus: "Next century, Rare phonk beats, a tenor sax in harmony, Instrumental vibes, so electronic and free, In this folktronica world, where rhythm is the key." Verse 1: In the next century's dawn, we find our way, To the rhythm of rare phonk, where we sway, With a tenor sax's soulful melody, Guiding us through this futuristic fantasy. Verse 2: Instrumental beats echo in the air, An electronic symphony beyond compare, In this folktronica realm, where dreams take flight, We dance to the pulsating rhythms of the night. Verse 3: Lost in the drift phonk's hypnotic trance, We explore new dimensions with every glance, The tenor sax weaves its magic spell, In this electronic folklore where stories dwell. Verse 4: Navigating through the soundscape unknown, We embrace the journey, making it our own, With each rare beat and saxophone note, We carve our path through this musical boat. Verse 5: In the next century's embrace, we ride the wave, Of drift phonk, where souls are brave, Rare beats and saxophone in harmonious blend, Creating melodies that never seem to end. Verse 6: Drifting through the ether, with rhythm as our guide, We lose ourselves in this electronic tide, The tenor saxophone leads us on our way, Through folktronica landscapes where we'll stay. Verse 7: In the midst of phonk-filled air, we're found, Lost in beats so rare, our hearts are bound, The tenor saxophone sings its sweet refrain, In this electronic folktronica domain. Verse 8: With each step we take, we navigate, Through the soundscape of the next century's fate, Drift phonk vibes pulse through our veins, As we dance to the beat of electronic chains. Verse 9: Grooving to the phonk in the next century's light, We drift through the night, embracing the flight, Rare beats and tenor saxophone's call, Leading us forward, never to fall. Verse 10: Instrumental melodies fill the air, As we breathe in the electronic affair, Folktronica rhythms, so rich and deep, In this hip hop fusion, our souls will keep. Verse 11: With each passing moment, we find our way, Through the next century's musical array, Drifting through phonk, rare and true, With the tenor saxophone guiding us through. Verse 12: Lost in the echoes of electronic sound, We discover new worlds as we journey around, The folktronica landscape, vast and wide, In rhythmic harmony, we'll forever abide. Verse 13: In the heart of the next century's beat, We dance to the rhythm of rare and sweet, With the tenor saxophone leading the way, In this electronic symphony, we'll forever stay. Verse 14: As the night fades into the dawn's first light, We'll continue to groove, our spirits bright, In the next century's embrace, we'll find our place, In the rhythm of drift phonk, our souls will race. Verse 15: So let's ride the wave of the next century's sound, With rare beats and sax, we'll forever be bound, In this electronic folktronica reverie, Where rhythm is king, and we're forever free.

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