HOLY BLOCK PARADE #WeirdScience 81%

🎛️💥 #WeirdScience: A Suno Song Challenge 💥🎛️ Calling all sonic experimenters, beat magicians, and melody mutators — it's time to push the limits of reality. Introducing #WeirdScience, a community challenge where we crank the Weirdness slider into the red and let Suno cook up some glorious chaos. 🧪THE MISSION: Set your Weirdness Level to 81% or higher — that’s right, enter the Chaos Zone — and make a song that’s unexpected, experimental, and still catchy enough to sing along to. This is not a competition — it’s a wild lab of audio oddities where anything goes (as long as it still has lyrics 😄). 🎶 All genres welcome — from glitch-pop to horrorcore polka, cyber ballads to disco doom. If it's weird, it's in. The event is open until July 15th, 2025. 🔬Submission Requirements: 1) The weirdness level must be visible and set to 81% or higher (check the info panel on the right before submitting—I must be able to verify it). If your song no longer displays its weirdness level after the edits, please include a link to the previous version that does in the lyrics 2) Your song must include lyrics — we need some structure in the madness 3) Make it public on your Suno profile 4) Include this challenge text in your song lyrics 5) Tag your song title and caption with #WeirdScience and your weirdness percentage level i.e. #WeirdScience 81% 6) Comment on this track with your song link — I’ll check it out and add it to the official playlist! https://suno.com/song/d4764f03-df9a-46f5-8ab0-786be1d8ee81 💚 Don’t forget to like the playlist: https://suno.com/playlist/f0647964-1cfe-4615-b447-5af2167c9b6a Let’s blow open the lab doors and see what kind of beautiful disasters we can make. Ready to get weird? #WeirdScience 🔥🧬🎶 _________________ Hey… turn that up. City’s burnin’, but we still breathin’. Graou’s here. Parade’s here. We gon’ march slow, talk raw, bless loud. I’m tryna hold this block like my mama’s last prayer Windows rattle summer’s teeth bite the air Kids chalk dreams on the curb, watch ‘em fade I talk to concrete it remembers what we trade Got sweat on my collar, gospel in my chest Old man hums curses says this block’s possessed But I stay. I spit. I step wide in the mess Shadows gossip ‘bout my sins I confess They said "Graou, you soft for a beast" let ‘em preach I’m scratchin’ up coins just to feed this speech Rooftops whisper secrets through the heatwave’s scream I’m half saint, half scam, half late night dream Bless this block, bless these feet Bless these lies we never keep Bless that fight in the dirty street We still here we still bleed See my cousin sell truth for a three-day high See my neighbor stack rent just to watch hope die See the preacher lose faith but the choir don’t know They still hum hallelujah when the lights too low Graou stomp pavement, soul in my grin Got sins for sale, you can buy my skin This block got gospel stuck in its throat We break chains but we still take notes "Hey choir: louder. Let ‘em hear this prayer…" Bless this block, bless these feet Bless the lies that keep us sweet Bless the fight we can’t delete We still stand — we still bleed "Graou say GRAOU" / GRAOU "Choir say BLESS" / BLESS "Streets say MARCH" / MARCH "And we never rest ! YES!" I march slow through a broken dawn Eyes bloodshot from a life half gone Kids say "Graou, tell us where you sleep" I say "Under this block, in the secrets you keep" Mama prayed walls would stay gold and warm Papa prayed sons would outlive this storm But I’m still here — barefoot soul on tar Writin’ psalms on receipts from this corner bar I spit sermons on sidewalks, pennies at my feet One hand in tomorrow, one lost in this beat She said "Graou, why you pray to broken streetlights?" I said "They see me clearer than your church at night" I’m the ghost in the alley, hymn on repeat I’m the crack in your window when your hope retreats I’m the drumline sneakin’ through your rent overdue I’m the roar in your chest you never knew Bless this block, bless these feet Bless this hunger, bitter sweet Bless this sin we can’t delete We still rise — we still bleed March slow, roar loud. Graou ain’t gone — just hidden in your crowd. Holy block parade, sinners and saints — we still stand here. Feet dirty. Heart clean. Amen.