“UNCLE T – CITY FLOODED (Trapper’s Anthem)”
(Gritty trap x jazz x blues with orchestral choir chorus)
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[INTRO – smoky jazz trumpet, low choir hum]
Yeah…
Uncle T…
Sydney nights, cold lights…
The choir gon’ talk on this one…
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[VERSE 1 – bluesy flow over jazz chords]
Started at fifteen, young boy with a dream,
MD in the backpack, pockets low but they clean.
Sixteen turn seventeen, whole block smellin’ green,
Did the dash through the alleys where the streetlights lean.
Eighteen hit different—white snow on the scene,
Had the city on a heartbeat, pumpin’ thru the seams.
Sydney concrete, where the hungry never sleep,
Where the deals ain’t deals unless you movin’ ’em deep.
Pavements taught lessons that the teachers never preached,
Pain in the footsteps, blues in the speech.
Jazz in the soul, trap drums to the beat,
Uncle T came up where the storms never cease.
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[CHORUS – full orchestra + choir, dramatic, gritty]
(Choir chanting)
He had the whole—city—flooded,
Streets kept callin’, he couldn’t outrun it.
Brass keep cryin’, drums keep thumpin’,
Life so loud but the heart stay somber.
Oh-hhh, Uncle T, rise from the under,
Sydney nights tremble when they hear that thunder.
City—flooded… city—flooded…
But every crown comes with the weight you’re jugglin’.
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[VERSE 2 – gritty rap with blues guitar riffs]
Made money off the chaos, but the chaos made him too,
Saw friends get lost in it, saw brothers fall through.
He ain’t braggin’ ’bout the life, it’s just part of the proof,
Of the things that the pain make a young man do.
He was standin’ in the rain with a pocket full of risk,
Violin strings screamin’ when the trauma reminisce.
Sydney City trap lines runnin’ deep like myths,
Everybody know the name when the snow hit the wharf bricks.
But the blues stay heavy, ain’t no glory in the grind,
Jazz horns cry for the souls left behind.
Uncle T tryna climb, tryna rewrite the design,
Even kings from the gutter need a moment to rewind.
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[CHORUS – orchestra & choir even more intense]
(Choir)
He had the whole—city—flooded,
Storms in his shadow, but he rose above it.
Strings keep wailin’, bells keep drummin’,
Life hit hard but he kept on runnin’.
Oh-hhh, Uncle T, rise from the under,
Every step he take make the whole block rumble.
City—flooded… city—flooded…
But he climbed out stronger than the world that judged him.
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[OUTRO – soft piano + fading choir]
From fifteen to the peak of the scene…
From shadows to the spotlight beam…
Uncle T ain’t the life, he the lesson in between…
Sydney nights remember his name…
But he changed up the game…
Peace to the fallen… respect to the pain…
UncleT
