Lyrics
[Intro]
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Ora saya (hey)
Shadows on the plaza
Locals movin’ sideways
[Chorus]
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Whole block chant that
Get higher
Old heads posted by the wire
Kids on the corner breathe fire
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Same three words
Same desire
Pass that phrase like a choir
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
[Verse 1]
Flip that phrase in the back street
Whispers ride on the last heat
Eyes low
Hood up
Cracked teeth
Grin wide when the drums speak
Name on the wall in the spray paint
Prayers in the slang for the saints
All of our dreams in a faint trace
All of our fear in the same place
[Chorus]
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Whole block chant that
Get higher
Old heads posted by the wire
Kids on the corner breathe fire
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Same three words
Same desire
Pass that phrase like a choir
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
[Verse 2]
Moon stuck low on the rooftops
Deals get done in the quick talk
Heartbeats sync with the loud knock
Three taps
One code
No TikTok
If you know
You know that mantra
Passed down quiet from your mama
Said it soft when the world got darker
Now it rides on the wheel of the charger
[Chorus]
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Whole block chant that
Get higher
Old heads posted by the wire
Kids on the corner breathe fire
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Same three words
Same desire
Pass that phrase like a choir
Nana raca batra
Ora saya
Style
darkswaggering phonk beat with crushed memphis-style drums and warped 90s flips. deepsaturated bass and eerie detuned bells under a hazyfiltered sample. male vocals: lowgritty delivery with distantreverb-drenched doubles on key phrases; hook locked inverses short and hypnotic. occasional tape-stop drops and vinyl crackle swells between sections.
Prompt
A phonk with the locals nana raca batra ora saya
Credits
Prompt byUltraDrum745
GeneratedFeb 25, 2026
ModelAria v5
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