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Lyrics
[Intro]
Snap of the fingers
Scuff of the shoes
Loose change in my pocket
Got a whole lot to prove
[Verse 1]
Slide through, sidewalk sugar high
Skate tongue, slick talk, watch me glide
Curbside preacher with a crooked tie
Preaching that groove you can’t deny
Coffee in a paper cup, burnt sip
Bus stop crowd on the head-nod trip
Old man shuffles with a shoulder dip
He feel that kick, that swing, that grip
[Chorus]
Gimme that jazz, that funk, that rap, that hop
All in a bag that pop, don’t stop
Mix that smooth with the grit on top
We make the block talk back when the beat drop
Jazz, that funk, that rap, that hop
All in a bag that pop, don’t stop
Head to the sky, both feet on the block
We make the block talk back when the beat drop (hey)
[Verse 2]
Loose change rhythm in my faded jeans
Rhodes keys drip like tangerine
Horn line cutting through the mezzanine
Kids on the corner do a new routine
Mama on the balcony, folding clothes
Laugh lines deep, yeah, the whole hood knows
When that groove hit hard like a friendly ghost
It lift you up high, then it hold you close
[Bridge]
Hands up once for the baseline
Twice for the rhyme in the late night
Thrice for the days we were flat-lined
Now the whole damn street in the same light
[whispered vocals] Let it ride, let it ride
[low vocal register] From the curb to the sky
[Chorus]
Details
GeneratedJan 10, 2026
Duration2:24
LanguageSV
Style
rap, Greasy jazz-funk bounce with swung drums, rubbery bass, and stabbing brass hits. Verses ride a head-nod pocket with nimble rap cadences; hook opens into a sing-rap chant over thicker horns and stacked ad-libs. Touch of Rhodes and wah guitar to glue sections; male vocals front and center, lightly saturated, with roomy reverb on the chorus., hip hop, funk, jazz
Credits
Prompt by
DJ_Miguel01
DJ_Miguel01ModelAria v5
Prompt
jazz, funk, rap, hip hop
