
Phonk House / Brazilian Funk Phonk, 136 BPM, G minor, raw lo-fi club grit. Core instrumentation: distorted 909 kicks with punchy top end, wide stereo cowbell patterns with subtle glitch stutters, chest-rattling compressed sub-bass, pitched-down chopped vintage soul sample loops, squelching resonant acid 303 lines, warm tape saturation and surface vinyl crackle, sharp lead synth zaps on drops. Aggressive, gravelly English male rap flow, loose ad-libs, reverb-drenched gang vocal hooks. Narrative follows a late-night street racer crew rolling rain-slicked coastal Rio backroads right after their warehouse set, hyped on cheap energy drinks and unshakable crew loyalty, unapologetic about outrunning cops and anyone who doubts their come-up. Atmosphere is unhinged, cocksure, amp-high, made for shouting along to as drops hit. Reference energy: KORDHELL, INTERWORLD, DJ YUNG VAMP.
Lyrics
[Intro] [Verse] Rain on the glass Step on the gas Watch the shadows pass We are first class We don't give a fuck Never out of luck Always double up Fill another cup [Pre-Chorus] Warehouse bass still shaking All the rules we're breaking No time for the faking This city is for the taking [Chorus] Phonk in the trunk Heavy Brazilian funk We never run Under the gun Watch the tires spin Let the game begin Let the bass hit We never quit [Verse] Just left the show Our pockets overflow Headlights down low Watch the crew grow Swerve on the street Feel the heavy heat We don't accept defeat Make the rhythm complete [Chorus] Phonk in the trunk Heavy Brazilian funk We never run Under the gun Watch the tires spin Let the game begin Let the bass hit We never quit [Post-Chorus] Yeah, we ride Nowhere to hide Side by side Feel the tide [Bridge] Blue lights in the mirror Road is getting clearer Danger getting nearer Nothing is dearer We shift the gear Conquer the fear The end is near We quickly disappear [Drop] Hit the gas Make it pass Burn the track No turning back Hit the gas Make it pass Burn the track No turning back [Chorus] Phonk in the trunk Heavy Brazilian funk We never run Under the gun Watch the tires spin Let the game begin Let the bass hit We never quit [Outro]
Comments (0)
Loading…





