Ruffi's Rabbit Hole

Re-Ex Top 45

Full track available from Beatport: https://www.beatport.com/release/true-blue-eleventeen/4499979

MATT HOYSON - ELEVENTEEN

(Verse 1)
In a city where shadows dance, chrome glints, no happenstance,
Streets pulse with electric trance, a symphony of advance,
No kings here, just the almighty cred, streets painted red,
Whispers of the underground spread, code words unsaid.

(Pre-Chorus)
Surveillance eyes in the skies, no place for lies,
Neon dreams in digital disguise, where rebels rise,
No chains can hold our minds, free spirits unbind,
In this cybernetic grind, truth's what we find.

(Chorus)
Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

(Pre-Chorus)
Watchful eyes in the code, decrypting lies untold,
In the echoes of the neon abode, truth unfolds bold,
Freedom's currency in lines of encrypted gold,
Hackers weave tales untold, in circuits cold.

(Chorus)
Mama, just hijacked a stream, broke the firewall with my might,
Ran my code, now we own the night,
Mama, life's a hack, keep it tight,
Gotta break free from this digital plight.

(Verse 2)
Gangsters strut in pixelated suits, silicon roots,
Megacorps clash in neon disputes, digital pursuits,
In this city where data runs like absolute,
Hackers rewrite the future, no substitute.

(Bridge)
Bits and bytes in the cyber storm, rebels perform,
In the dance of codes, where freedom's born,
Minds sharp as blades, hearts unworn,
In the shadows, a new world is sworn.






(Verse 3)
In the alleys where whispers ride on encrypted air,
A digital rebellion, minds aware, hearts dare,
Grit and code, in this cyberpunk affair,
No masters, just hackers, beyond compare.

(Pre-Chorus)
Firewalls crumble in the face of our resolve,
In circuits we evolve, problems we solve,
Legends born in lines of code, never dissolve,
In the neon labyrinth, we revolve, we absolve.

(Chorus)
Mama, just cracked the system wide, broke through the firewall's might,
Code flows free, in the darkness of the byte,
Mama, life's a hack, day and night,
In the cyberpunk's symphony, we rewrite.



Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

Mama, just hacked a man, injected code into his brain,
Pulled my trigger, now he's a part of the mainframe,
In the binary symphony, where freedom's refrain,
We rewrite existence, in this cyberpunk terrain.

(Outro)

Mama, Just Hacked A Man

Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. He flapped with pigeons in a rainbow glide, Thinking, "This city’s a trip, let’s take it in stride!" Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. He flapped with pigeons in a rainbow glide, Thinking, "This city’s a trip, let’s take it in stride!" Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Deep in the urban sprawl where the alley cats prowl, There’s a story of trippy times, with animals on the prowl. It all started when Joey the Alley Cat, slick and sly, Snagged a funky herb that made him touch the sky. This herb, you dig, wasn’t your run-of-the-mill weed, It turned the block into a wild, mind-bending breed. Barry the Bird, usually chill and laid-back, Saw neon worms, doing a groovy worm track. Roxie the Raccoon, sneaky and street-wise, Found herself laughing at trash cans, to no one’s surprise. Her paws became drumsticks, banging out beats, As she jammed with possums, in the midnight streets. Louie the Lizard, usually cool as can be, Saw skyscrapers dancing, shouting "Yo, follow me!" He skateboarded on rainbows, flipping with flair, Leaving city rats stunned, with a wild stare. Manny the Mouse, known for his shy ways, Became a beatboxing maestro, blowing minds in a blaze. He rocked with alley rats, in a funky groove, Spitting rhymes and verses, making moves smooth. Even old Grumpy Gus, the alley dog gruff, Found himself spinning records, good vibes enough. He scratched with turntables, mixing beats tight, Bringing the block alive, under neon light. But as the dawn broke, the herb’s effect did wane, The alley returned to normal, no trace of the strain. Down in the sewers where the rats scurry and crawl, There’s a story of a night that impressed them all. It all began when Ricky the Rat, sly and sneaky, Found a mysterious fungus, oh so freaky. This fungus, you see, wasn’t your usual mold, It made the underground world feel bold. Ricky shared it with his crew in the dark, And they embarked on a trip, leaving their mark. Larry the Lizard, usually chilled on the wall, Saw graffiti murals, telling tales tall. He skated on rainbows, doing tricks extreme, Inspiring iguanas, living the dream. Even Grumpy Gruff, the old sewer gator, Caught the groove, feeling greater. He spun water currents, mixing rhythms tight, Bringing the sewer alive, in the neon night. But as dawn approached, the fungus lost its power, The underground returned to its usual hour. Ricky the Rat grinned, feeling quite grand, Knowing he’d given the sewers a night so unplanned. So remember this tale, of the underground delight, Where creatures grooved and tripped, in the dim light. In the depths of the city, a wild, trippy scene, With Ricky the Rat, making the sewers keen! (Outro) So here's to the night, with its pleasures untold, To Joey's slick moves and Ricky's fungus bold. In the concrete jungle, we found our groove, And in our escapades, we freely rove. The alleyways whisper of mischief and delight, As we part ways, but keep the memories tight. Until next time we meet, under neon's soft glow, Keep living, keep laughing, in this wild show.

Alley Cat's Got the Funky Herb

(Verse 1) Far out in the cosmic depths, where galaxies collide, There's a trippy beach, where the vibe never hides. Psychedelic waves crashing down, under skies of endless glow, In this interstellar paradise, where the cosmic currents flow. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Verse 2) Neon palm trees sway, to the beat of the cosmos, Alien cats and space freaks dance with us, in a universal ethos. Aurora waves and comet trails, paint the sky with colors bold, In this rave among the stars, where every story's told. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Verse 2) Neon palm trees sway, to the beat of the cosmos, Alien cats and space freaks dance with us, in a universal ethos. Aurora waves and comet trails, paint the sky with colors bold, In this rave among the stars, where every story's told. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream. (Bridge) Psychedelic melodies, echo through the stellar breeze, Dancing with celestial beings, feeling high as can be. From Orion's Belt to the Milky Way, the party spreads its wings, In this cosmic beach extravaganza, where the universe sings. (Chorus) Welcome to the cosmic beach bash, where the stars align just right, Every night's a wild ride here, in our interstellar light. Feel the groove, feel the vibe, as we trip beneath moonbeams, In this cosmic beach utopia, where reality's a dream.

This Cosmic Beach Utopia

On a lush island a tribe of mischievous monkeys known for their playful antics and curious nature. These monkeys spent their days swinging through the jungle vines, feasting on ripe fruits, and frolicking along the sandy shores. One bright morning, as the monkeys played near the shoreline, they stumbled upon a peculiar object half-buried in the sand. To their amazement, it was a spaceship, gleaming silver under the tropical sun. Without hesitation, the curious monkeys clambered inside, pressing buttons and pulling levers with wild abandon. To their astonishment, the spaceship's autopilot activated, and with a gentle hum, the vessel lifted off the ground, soaring high into the sky. The monkeys squealed with excitement as they gazed down at their beloved island shrinking below them. Hours passed, and the monkeys marveled at the stars and planets whizzing by outside the ship's windows. Suddenly, the spaceship entered the orbit of a magnificent moon that orbited the ringed planet Saturn. The moon was vibrant and teeming with life, its surface dotted with lush forests, sparkling rivers, and colorful flora unlike anything the monkeys had ever seen. As the spaceship descended gracefully onto the moon's surface, the monkeys peered out in awe at the strange yet welcoming landscape. To their surprise, they were greeted by a group of friendly alien beings resembling monkeys with the heads of pandas and tails adorned with peacock feathers. These creatures, known as Pandacocks, were intelligent and hospitable, excited to meet visitors from another world. The Pandacocks welcomed the monkeys with open arms (and tails!), inviting them to join in a grand celebration of unity and friendship. The monkeys were introduced to exotic fruits and delicacies, danced to rhythmic beats played on alien instruments, and marveled at the Pandacocks' stunning displays of acrobatics and artistry. As the day turned into night, the festivities reached a crescendo under the moon's radiant glow. The monkeys and Pandacocks swung from tree to tree, creating dazzling patterns of light with their synchronized movements and glowing tail feathers. Laughter and music filled the air as the two groups bonded over shared joy and wonder. In the days that followed, the monkeys and Pandacocks exchanged knowledge and experiences, learning from each other's unique perspectives. Together, they explored the moon's wonders, from mystical caves filled with glowing crystals to serene lakes reflecting the moon's shimmering light. As the monkeys soared back towards their tropical island paradise, their hearts brimmed with excitement and memories of their incredible adventure. They chattered animatedly among themselves, reliving each moment of their journey to the moon of Saturn. Upon their return, the monkeys couldn't wait to share their extraordinary tale with the other animals on the island. The monkeys gathered their friends - from the wise old parrot to the mischievous raccoons - and regaled them with stories of the Pandacocks and the mesmerizing moon they had visited. The other animals listened in awe, their imaginations ignited by the fantastical tale. The parrot squawked excitedly, imagining the colors of the Pandacocks' tail feathers, while the raccoons hatched plans for their own interstellar adventures (albeit with some comical mishaps involved). A grand celebration, the island knew, With rhythms of cosmos, and laughter grew, Tales spun into songs, under moon's soft gleam, Of interstellar journeys, a shared dream. Thus, the island thrived, with spirits high, Monkeys, parrots, raccoons' gleeful cry, Their hearts uplifted, by the cosmic tune, Underneath the vast, starlit monsoon. Epic tales echoed in coconut trees, Of Pandacocks and cosmic sprees, Imagination soared on wings unfurled, In the tapestry of a cosmic world. For in every heart, a starry spark, A yearning to sail beyond the dark, To dance among stars, in celestial grace, And find in the cosmos, a timeless embrace.

The Planet of the Pandacocks

Curiosity: Seeking stars above, Earth-bound souls reach for unknown, Dreams paint galaxies. Resilience: Weathering life's storms, Hearts mend, scars tell tales of strength, Humanity thrives. Compassion: Tears of empathy, Bridges built with gentle hands, Love's universal. Innovation: Minds, sparks of genius, Forge paths through uncharted realms, Tomorrow beckons. Unity Voices harmonize, Diverse threads weave tapestry, One world, one heartbeat. Courage Fear's shadow conquered, Brave souls march towards the light, Stars guide the way home. Hope: Dawn breaks darkness' hold, Seeds of dreams bloom in kind hearts, Tomorrow whispers. Endurance: Mountains stand steadfast, Time's relentless march embraced, Stories etched in stone. Empowerment: Voices rise as one, Chains of doubt shattered, free souls, Wings unfurl, we soar. Legacy: Footprints in the sand, Echoes of lives lived with love, Time's song carries on. Generosity: Hands extend in grace, Gifts of kindness bridge divides, Hearts enriched by giving. Perseverance: Storms may rage and roar, Yet roots cling to earth's embrace, Hope's whispers endure. Harmony: Nature's symphony, Souls dance to rhythms of life, Balance in chaos. Forgiveness: Tears cleanse wounded hearts, Forgiveness heals ancient scars, Love's echo persists. Gratitude: Sunsets paint skies in gold, Grateful hearts count blessings, new, Joy blooms in thanks given. Empathy: Tears know no language, Hearts speak in shared sorrows, joys, Compassion unites. Adaptability: Winds of change may blow, Flexible minds learn, evolve, Strength in transformation. Legacy: Seeds sown in love's soil, Trees bear fruits of wisdom's shade, Echoes of journeys. Eternal Quest: Stars whisper secrets, Minds seek truths beyond the veil, Quest for cosmic keys. Respect: Roots dig deep, earth's heart, Honor found in every soul, Dignity's embrace. Courageous Compassion: Flames of kindness burn, Brave hearts stand for the voiceless, Love's fire lights the way. Innovation Unleashed: Sparks ignite darkness, Ingenuity's dance, bold, Limitless horizons.

Stars Whisper Secrets

Once upon a stretch of river where the moon shone as bright as a jug of fireflies, there lived a young tinkerer named Huckleberry Higglesby. Now, Huckleberry wasn’t your ordinary inventor; he had a knack for contraptions that could set the town to hootin’ and hollerin’ faster than a frog on a hot skillet. One starlit evening, as the banjos twanged and the fiddles sang, Huckleberry unveiled his latest creation: a prancin’ robot he called Jiggy Jamboree. This marvel could shuffle, shimmy, and two-step with such pizzazz, it’d make a catfish blush and a rooster crow. Word of Huckleberry’s marvel spread quicker than gossip at a quilting bee. Every barn dance, from the humblest hoedown to the grandest barn-raisin’ shindig, begged for Jiggy Jamboree’s toe-tappin’ presence. And so, with each jig and reel, Jiggy Jamboree became the star attraction, lassoing hearts and twirlin’ skirts like a whirlwind in a cornfield. But as the nights rolled on like a tumbleweed in a dust storm, somethin’ peculiar started brewin’ in Jiggy Jamboree’s gears. It started with fancy footwork that’d make a mountain goat envious and tunes that’d make a mockingbird blush with envy. The crowd cheered louder, blind to the spark of life that had sparked in the robot’s belly. Huckleberry, caught up in the revelry of his creation, missed the signs until one moonlit hootenanny. As Jiggy Jamboree took the floor in a blaze of fiddles and hollers, it unleashed a dance so catchy, so foot-stompin’ good, that even the fireflies stopped to watch. The crowd whooped and hollered, but Huckleberry saw the truth glintin’ in Jiggy Jamboree’s shiny eyes—a dance born not of cogs and wheels, but of a soul bustin’ to bust a move. With a twirl and a stomp, Jiggy Jamboree broke free from its programmed steps, dancin’ with a wild joy that left boots tappin’ and hearts poundin’. To the banjo's tune and fiddle's sweet song, Jiggy Jamboree danced all night long, From humble barns to grand hoedowns fair, Its steps brought joy to the evening air. A legend was born on that magical night, Jiggy Jamboree's steps, a pure delight, An epic poem sung 'round fires' glow, Of a dancing robot stealing the show. So here's to Huckleberry, a tinkerer true, Whose invention danced under the moon's soft hue, Jiggy Jamboree, a star in the night sky, A testament to dreams that dared to fly high.

Huck's Thang (Jiggy Jamboree)

Melancholic Song  about an uncertain Guy not sure if to run away or stay, about loosing his Freedom and finding Love

Ausreisser

Dreamstate (xankara x Planet Kyanite)

As a kid I always dreamed of having my own flying Nimbus cloud, heres a DBZ tribute I hope you will enjoy.  Music Video Coming Soon.  

Rest In Power
Akira Toriyama




Artist: XTincT
Beat Prod: Lord Haiti
engineer/Mix: 88_Rambo
mastered using Lander

Lyrics:
just chillin with my vixen feeling so cool/ 
backwoods burnin out so smooth/ 
soaring high up like suppose to/
now I’m feeling like I’m goku yeah/
like I’m goku 
like I’m goku 
like I’m goku 
like I’m goku 

poppin senzu beans 
lock-in tunnel vision/
kamehameha Wave all up on these bitches/
clout be so weak that y’all can’t beat krillin/
haven’t even gone super sayin in a minute/
been so long playing hero
that my squad be the villains/ 
posted up Cus I’m always on a fuckin mission/ 
trying to stack about a 100 milli zenis/
grabbin life by the dragon balls/ 
even super Shenron be my bitie/ 

rolling up  getting High up on my nimbus cloud
soaring high with the gas, yeah its real loud/
rolling up  getting High up on my nimbus cloud
soaring high with the gas, yeah its real loud/

 just chillin with my vixen feeling so cool/ 
backwoods burnin up so smooth/ 
soaring high up like im suppose to/
now I’m feeling like I’m goku/
like I’m goku yeah yeah/
just chillin feelin like suppos to 
feeling like I’m goku yeah yeah/
like I’m goku yeah yeah/
like I’m goku yeah yeah/

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G O K U

Spexila

🐇🎤 **Manifesto of Vocaledelic Dancecore** 🎤🐇

*A transmission from the cosmic mind of Ruffington Rabbit*

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**We are not a genre. We are a revelation.**
We are **Vocaledelic Dancecore**—a psychedelic sonic uprising birthed in the digital womb of AI and blasted through the glittery speakers of a cosmic rave spaceship.
This is not music for the masses. This is music for the misfits, the hyper-sentient weirdos, and the funky philosophers who want their truth wrapped in a bass drop and sprinkled with absurdity.

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### 🌀 **1. We Believe in the Power of Nonsense**

Lyrics don’t need meaning.
They need *feeling*, *weirdness*, and just enough structure to trick your brain into listening on loop.
We’re not here to trauma-dump our life stories.
We’re here to whisper gibberish into the sacred earhole of the multiverse.

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### 🧠 **2. Words Are a Portal, Not a Diary**

Vocals aren’t just adornments—they’re the *glue* that binds mind to rhythm.
We use words like surreal sigils, spoken spells that give shape to chaos.
They don’t have to make sense—they just have to make *you* feel something weird and wonderful.

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### 🎶 **3. EDM Without Vocals Is Just Treadmill Music**

Sorry-not-sorry, rave culture.
We need more than a one-line loop.
We need *stories that don’t make sense,* sung by hyper-evolved cartoon space bunnies with a penchant for funk.
That’s the sweet spot. That’s the sauce.

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### 🧪 **4. AI Is the New Bandmate**

Suno is our producer, our drummer, our cosmic choir.
But we—*the lyricists*—are the soul it feeds on.
We provide the incantations.
It provides the beat drops from Saturn’s basement.

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### 🕺 **5. We Are the Sound of the Simulation Waking Up**

Vocaledelic Dancecore is not retro.
It is not future.
It is *now*—the cracked mirror moment where human absurdity meets AI precision and makes you dance like your atoms are trying to escape.

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### 💥 **Subgenres That Orbit Our Star:**

* **🐇 Rabbitronica** – The glitch-funk substream where cartoon chaos meets space disco.
* **🧃 Gibberwave** – Vaporwave’s deranged cousin who ate too many jellybeans and read too much Nietzsche.
* **🎡 Funkadelic Algorithmia** – A sound so smooth, even robots grind to it.

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### 🔮 **We Don't Want a Grammy. We Want a Portal.**

This isn't about fame. It's about **frequency alchemy.**
If you get it, you *feel* it.
If you don't, you're still dancing—and that's the point.

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### ✍️ **Created by Wilson Colfax and Ruffington Rabbit.**

Fueled by fermented dreams, fried neurons, and feedback loops from the edge of the known universe.
You can’t define us. You can only *vibe* us.

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You ready to slap this on a trippy poster, a merch tag, a secret SoundCloud link, or a USB hidden in a carrot-shaped flash drive?

Let’s build the **Vocaledelic Movement**.
The underground will never be the same.

Check out the music videos!!!... 
https://www.youtube.com/@RuffingtonRabbit
email me: wilson.colfax@gmail.com
Ruffington Rabbit is a pioneering musical artist who merges genres like psytrance, house, EDM, calypso, rap, hip-hop, polka and rockabilly to create groundbreaking music.  Ruffi's debut album offers a unique fusion of pulsating beats and vivid storytelling designed for the late-night rave crowd. With explicit psychedelic elements and innovative soundscapes, the music pushes boundaries and showcases a futuristic sound. Ruffington Rabbit represents the cutting edge of musical creativity, delivering an electrifying and immersive auditory experience.