AI Phonk Generator

Prompt used

Fast instrumental drift phonk for a midnight tunnel run, with distorted cowbells, clipped 808s, tire-screech transitions and a hard double-time drop. No vocals.

Lyrics

Prompt used

Raw Memphis phonk with dusty drums, deep bass, eerie keys and short chopped English rap phrases that feel lifted from a damaged cassette.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Ash on the floorboard Same old stain I came up quiet Now they know the name Back seat loaded Head full of grit One hand on the wheel One hand on the switch Old tape chewing Through the night I don't need luck I need one more bite Cold look, hard grin Don't blink, stay low If you hear that click Then you already know [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who gone stop me Tell me who gone front I been too far in it To ever back up once Hear that cut in the dark Hear that little snap When the truth gets ugly I don't run from that [Chorus] Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that) Cut it, cut it Cut it right back (roll it back) Bad luck love me I wear it proud Bad luck love me Say it out loud Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that) [Verse 2] White tee faded Mud on the cuff I don't do fake peace I don't play nice enough Chain on my collar Heavy as a sign Every room go hush When I cross that line Talk real slick Then they move real slow I been in the cracks Where the broken things grow No clean hands here No soft excuse If the door swing open I'm coming through [Pre-Chorus] Tell me who gone stop me Tell me who gone front I been too far in it To ever back up once Hear that cut in the dark Hear that little snap When the truth gets ugly I don't run from that [Chorus] Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that) Cut it, cut it Cut it right back (roll it back) Bad luck love me I wear it proud Bad luck love me Say it out loud Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that) [Bridge] Ain't no halo Ain't no rest Just that hard pulse In my chest If I fall down I fall loud Then I rise up Meaner now [Chorus] Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that) Cut it, cut it Cut it right back (roll it back) Bad luck love me I wear it proud Bad luck love me Say it out loud Cut it, cut it Cut it like that (yeah, like that)

Prompt used

High-energy Brazilian phonk with syncopated percussion, an insistent cowbell lead, blown-out bass and a short euphoric English chant hook built for a festival crowd.

Lyrics

[Verse 1] Step in with the smoke on my shirt Boots hit hard on the dirt Hands up, you can feel that shake One more turn and the ground might break Red eyes on the flashing arc Whole crowd loud in the dark I move fast, you move too Tell me what you came to do [Pre-Chorus] Hold on Don’t blink Feel that pull Feel that sink Hold on Count to three When it drops Run with me [Chorus] Vem no giro Vem no giro We go higher tonight Vem no giro Vem no giro Let it burn through the night (hey) [Verse 2] I got a grin and a hungry pace Every step in the same place Mud on the floor, pulse in my chest Everybody here wants the best Hands clap sharp like a warning shot No time slow, we already hot If you came for the cure and thrill Say my name when the air goes still [Pre-Chorus] Hold on Don’t blink Feel that pull Feel that sink Hold on Count to three When it drops Run with me [Chorus] Vem no giro Vem no giro We go higher tonight Vem no giro Vem no giro Let it burn through the night (hey) [Bridge] One breath One move One wave We choose Side to side Let it fly Open wide Touch the sky [Final Chorus] Vem no giro Vem no giro We go higher tonight Vem no giro Vem no giro Let it burn through the night (hey) Vem no giro Vem no giro Keep it wild, keep it tight Vem no giro Vem no giro One more time till the light (hey)