Prompt / 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
Tags
Dark, swaggering phonk beat with crushed Memphis-style drums and warped 90s flips. Deep, saturated bass and eerie detuned bells under a hazy, filtered sample. Male vocals: low, gritty delivery with distant, reverb-drenched doubles on key phrases; hook locked in, verses short and hypnotic. Occasional tape-stop drops and vinyl crackle swells between sections.
Duration
2:01
Instrumental
No
Created
2/25/2026