#𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘅 - 𝗟𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗲
At 125 BPM, this tekrap/French house-inspired Phonk track opens with driving four-on-the-floor kicks, deep filtered bass, and retro Memphis drums saturated with tape warmth and vinyl crackle. Layered French house filters swirl around soulful chopped vocal stabs, with pulsing 808s, groovy synth loops, and crisp rolling hi-hats weaving together. Female rap rides atop, punctuated by energetic South Atlanta club shouts. Dark pads, hypnotic bass drops, and atmospheric urban ritual effects enhance the late-night Parisian club vibe with a warm, sleek, underground punch.
#𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗶𝘅 - 𝗟𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗼𝗻 𝗱𝗲 𝗹𝗮 𝗚𝗮𝗱𝗼𝘂𝗲
At 125 BPM, this tekrap/French house-inspired Phonk track opens with driving four-on-the-floor kicks, deep filtered bass, and retro Memphis drums saturated with tape warmth and vinyl crackle. Layered French house filters swirl around soulful chopped vocal stabs, with pulsing 808s, groovy synth loops, and crisp rolling hi-hats weaving together. Female rap rides atop, punctuated by energetic South Atlanta club shouts. Dark pads, hypnotic bass drops, and atmospheric urban ritual effects enhance the late-night Parisian club vibe with a warm, sleek, underground punch.
Lyrics
Intro
The sound of crickets and bullfrogs from a deep swamp at night.
A single, heavy FOOT STOMP on wood echoes. Then another.
The shaker (jar with teeth/sand) starts a simple, hypnotic rhythm.
A low, guttural CHOIR begins the vocal bassline chant: "Houn-da... houn-da..."
Hann's BEATBOX kicks in over the top, sharp and funky.
Verse 1
Diogenes' rap in French is rhythmic, raw, like a sermon whispered with intensity.
Dans la boue où le monde finit,
Six lumières dans le brouillard dansent dans la nuit.
Pas de dieu en or, pas de trône de néon,
Juste la foi sauvage et nos chansons.
Elles sont le don, elles sont le péché,
Le chemin du sage, du mal-aimé.
Chorus
The song explodes with the full power of the swamp gospel CHOIR. It's joyful, powerful, and deeply soulful. The body percussion intensifies.
French
Chante avec nous le sermon de la gadoue!
Nos esprits sont riches, nos pieds sont nus!
Louisiana Creole
Gadé limyè-la! Gadé sa yé ka fè!
Ouvri yé, pou nou wè!
Verse 2
The hypnotic verse groove returns. Diogenes' rap becomes a warning.
Le premier t'offre la force, brute et sans pitié,
Mais te prendra ta douceur, ta sainte humilité.
La deuxième te donne la ruse, le savoir du serpent,
Mais volera ton innocence, pour toujours, maintenant.
Chaque don a son prix, chaque lumière son ombre,
C'est la loi de ce lieu, hors du nombre.
Chorus
The gospel choir explodes with even more fervor and passion.
French
Chante avec nous le sermon de la gadoue!
Nos esprits sont riches, nos pieds sont nus!
Louisiana Creole
Gadé limyè-la! Gadé sa yé ka fè!
Ouvri yé, pou nou wè!
Bridge
The rhythm breaks down to just the foot stomps and a low choir hum. Diogenes' voice is a low, reverent chant in Creole, invoking the spirit of Marie Laveau.
Mambo, Mambo, reine de la Nouvelle-Orléans,
Prête-nous ta force, montre-nous la danse.
Fè nou wè chimen-an, nan fènwa-a.
Pou tout tan...
Outro
The full, chaotic, joyful groove explodes back one last time.
The choir chants "Ouvri yé, pou nou wè!" repeatedly, as Diogenes ad-libs over them with powerful shouts.
The song fades out slowly, with the sounds of the swamp returning, the beatbox and stomps getting softer, until only a single, final foot stomp echoes into the silence.