Is It a Crime

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

“Wait A Minute” is a plead to death and a love letter to life about not being ready to go yet. The want to hang on to life fe drives this acoustic bliss.

Wait A Minute

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

“Touch The Wave” is a trance-kissed, romantic house cut with a modern hip-hop heartbeat mellow on the surface, fast under the hood. Felt-piano textures and warm vinyl haze set the scene while crisp drums and quick-step basslines keep the feet moving. It’s late-night city lights, slow hands, and quick footwork—intimate but kinetic. The breaks breathe, the drops glide, and the groove rolls like moonlit water across a living-room floor. For solo drives, rooftop sways, and two-person dance circles. Press play, catch the current, and let the rhythm touch back.

Touch This Wave

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.

Touch This Wave

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