[Atmosphere: Low-fi 78rpm vinyl crackle. A distant 1920s jazz band tunes up. In foreground, near mic, a cocktail shaker rattles. Overhead clatter: "Two rickeys for table four!" An argumentative murmur breaks out two tables down—low, tense. Suddenly, a monstrous, distorted 808 bass stutters and slides violently from left to right ear, shattering the vintage space. Manic cymbals race like a runaway train.] [Intro] [Scat-vocal stutter effect. Blisterkitten speaks through a high-pass megaphone filter, pure soul trap flapper queen bee swagger] Ba ba ba ba ma ma ma ma Na na na na la la la la Da da da da da da da Ba Bo ba Bo ba no Bo La li li light love life [vocal chop: li li life left love life] Ba Bo ba Bo ba no Bo Da da da da da da da Na na na na la la la la Ba ba ba ba ma ma ma ma [Vocal Chop Loop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Foley: Glass shatters near stage. Sharp slide-whistle drop matches a massive sub-bass dive bomb] [Verse 1] [Bass rolls like crazy, sub-bouncing beneath a frantic tambourine drive] Bad girl Good brain Big boy Drove Insane You can sit and listen and then rip my voice. You can steal my words and my cadence choice. [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Patron voice close to mic: "Hey, pipe down, watch the stage..."] [Chorus] [The mix explodes into "Rainybow Bright" territory—lush, shimmering, high-vibrational fractals and vintage brass swells blinding the dark jazz club atmosphere] Silver wings lifting up, through the clouds Through the dusk. Pleasant moments all around. Love and lasers on the ground. Golden flights of platinum wisdom. Setting sights on light, not schism. Fractals shine the rainybow ethos Let it rend the night back whole [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Verse 2] [The drums drop out entirely except for the manic, institutional-speed driving cymbals and a stuttering bassline that slides around like a wild snake] You have already done it, and it’s brought you success. I’m not even bothered, I wish you all the best. I’m calling next, jest….jest….. let me get this off my chest. I am known to be blessed. Rap? The best. Trap? What’s next? Soul? Oh yes! Roll? Honey! Just guess! [Chorus] [Full brass section kicks in with a bright, triumphant flapper swing, layered over heavy 808 thuds] Silver wings lifting up, through the clouds Through the dusk. Pleasant moments all around. Love and lasers on the ground. Golden flights of platinum wisdom. Setting sights on light, not schism. Fractals shine the rainybow ethos Let it rend the night back whole [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Verse 3] [Foley: A sudden screech of a violin bow scratching raw wood. The tambourine speeds up to a frantic blur] The drums are warm now and my violin hot. Bout to show these suckaz some of what I got. The songs that you singing are assisted writes. Don’t call yourself an artist. You ain’t earned that right. First you need to read and really absorb it. Not Dean Koontz, serious lit. [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Overhead background audio: "Another round over here! Hurry up!"] [Chorus] [Shimmering synth lasers blend seamlessly with the 1920s acoustic instrumentation] Silver wings lifting up, through the clouds Through the dusk. Pleasant moments all around. Love and lasers on the ground. Golden flights of platinum wisdom. Setting sights on light, not schism. Fractals shine the rainybow ethos Let it rend the night back whole [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Verse 4] [The bass drops into a crawling, staggered halftime stomp. Total dark winter mood, heavy and cold] Proust, for starters, gets to know his self. Jung, go ahead and take Carl off the shelf. Let him stay with you in that dark cold winter. Get some rest and remember the shadow is in you. Maybe you need to learn some of the classics too. Read King Lear and remember that lesson. [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Chorus] [The light returns—maximum velocity flapper swing and trap soul fusion] Silver wings lifting up, through the clouds Through the dusk. Pleasant moments all around. Love and lasers on the ground. Golden flights of platinum wisdom. Setting sights on light, not schism. Fractals shine the rainybow ethos Let it rend the night back whole [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Verse 5] Go ahead and read Bierce while you’re at it. Go on and just grab everything in the attic. Read it all twice and send off for college. Remember that you fuckin with a perfect recallance. Souls in my wallet. Rich in spirit. That’s what I call it. [Vocal Chop: mo mo ma ma money kid] [Foley: A table gets shoved back hard. Patron argument flares up briefly: "I said shut your mouth! Look at her go!"] [Outro] [The full instrumental breaks apart—808 bass goes completely haywire, stuttering and rolling across the stereo field while the slide whistle executes frantic up-and-down modulations. The crowd cheers and clinks] Ba ba ba ba ma ma ma ma Na na na na la la la la Da da da da da da da Ba Bo ba Bo ba no Bo La light
