Brassy call-and-response meets rubbery low end while the guitar sketches the melody in sly little phrases. “Diggy Bop” is strut music head-nod tempo, shoulder-roll swing, and just enough grit to taste.

Diggy Bop

A slow-burn instrumental built for after-hours. “S X 1” slides on a warm, rounded bassline while sax carries the lead strings swell and the flute sketches little sparks at the edges. No words needed; it’s all tension, release, and room-temperature swagger.

S X 1

Seth, the Soul of Unity”

A luminous blend of G-Funk and neo-soul, this track unfolds like a sacred groove, smooth, reflective, and cosmic in tone. It tells the story of Seth, not just as a son, but as the soul born from balance, the union of Adam and Eve, mind and spirit, masculine and feminine. Seth is the embodiment of reconciliation, walking as one where division once ruled. The beat glides with a holy softness, layered with dreamy synths and deep, bouncing bass, carrying lyrics that move like scripture over rhythm. This isn’t just a song, it’s a slow revelation, where the temple breathes again through a being who holds heaven on both sides. Seth is the sound of wholeness.

Seth, the Soul of Unity

A tender post-breakup slow-burn hip-hop pulse under soul-soaked piano and warm acoustic guitar. The verses rewind reckless nights; the hook admits the ache: I’m not sure I’m over it are you? Melancholy but clear-eyed, the track flickers with spark-imagery and echo motifs, landing like a late-night message you almost didn’t send. Smooth, spacious, and built to loop.

I’m Not Sure I’m Over It, Are You

A sensual duet where temptation wins the coin toss. Baritone and female lead trade lines over a soul/hip-hop pulse (think late-night R&B glow) while the hook bites down: “You taste like a forbidden treat sugar on fire, the bitter and sweet.” Smooth, intimate, and dangerously replayable two voices circling the line they know they’ll cross.

Forbidden Treat

A late-night confession wrapped in warm synths and soft low-end. “We Can’t Say Goodnight” lives in that neon hour where you swear you’ll leave…but don’t. Velvet vocals, lingering bass, and slow-burn drums hold the moment just past goodbye fingertips on the doorframe, eyes saying stay. It’s lust, but it’s also mercy: letting the night breathe a little longer.

Can't Say Goodnight

Chicago glow for a late-night mind and a sunrise heart. This track slides between smooth R&B and mellow hip-hop loop-beat bounce, nylon-guitar flickers, warm piano, and a baritone flow that keeps it cool while it climbs. Built for headphones, lakefront drives, and anyone stacking quiet wins over loud doubts. From the river to the rooftops, the skyline isn’t just a view it’s the mantra: keep moving, keep building.

She Gon’ Twerk

Smooth, late-night R&B/hip-hop with a modern glow. Warm Rhodes and mellow acoustic guitar sit over a tight 808 pocket while a soulful lead slides between sing-rap and croon. It’s confident, playful, and romantic—the kind of rooftop-at-midnight track that woos without trying too hard. BPM ~90 (F# minor), airy harmonies on the hook, soft-fade outro.
Theme: two people catching a vibe, moving slow, trading smiles and one audacious line that might just seal the deal: “we’d make pretty babies… lady don’t you think so uhhh.”
Headphones recommended for the sub and those whisper-close ad-libs. If you’re feeling it, drop a ❤️, repost, and share with somebody who loves a smooth woo song.

We’d Make Pretty Babies

A modern hip-hop/R&B duet built on acoustic guitar warmth, sub-bass weight, and celestial harp plucks. “Ride & Rise” is about ambition with affection: two Black leads trading bars about work, trust, and glow-up love No twerk’n  just working as the motto. It’s flirty and aspirational, with a hook you can chant and a bridge that breathes.

No Twerk’n Just Work’n

Sunlit and unhurried, “Sunny Sunday Trip” slides in on felt-piano warmth, soft acoustic guitar, and a low, modern groove. Think peaches on the nightstand, curtains breathing, and two hearts moving in lazy sync while the city hushes outside. The hook leans hypnotic “your lips, your kiss, your hips” and the rhythm keeps it mellow but magnetic, perfect for golden-hour drives, brunch-afterglow, or a slow dance in the kitchen. Minimal percussion, velvet sub, and cozy textures make this one a repeat-play slow jam. If you feel the heatwaves and that peach-sweet haze, run it back and let Sunday last a little longer.

Sunny Sunday Trip

Late-night trap-soul with a direct-to-you spoken hook and velvet verses. “Magnanimous” rides a warm 808 pocket, Rhodes chords, and nylon-guitar accents while the lead talks straight into your ear intimate, honest, and a little reckless. Built for dim lights, close distance, and heart-rate choreography.

Magnanimous

Black Phunk is a groove architect with smoked-glass vocals, midnight bass, and future-funk swagger. They blend soul, hip-hop, and cosmic jazz into dance-floor sermons built for neon nights.

Sunny Sunday Trip

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