Avant Garden

Song Created By @hydrobrew311 With AI Singing

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Avant Garden
created by hydrobrew311
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Avant Garden
created by hydrobrew311

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Big topics not from the tropics and has nothing to do with weed. But:

Huge population and obese weight, just facts but it will affect your fate.
Now it breathes diet soda, now it knows diabetes
Vote for a world with more peace treaties. 
(politics is gay no homo)

We learned from the poets, the verses, the celebrity stain:
Snoop Dig Diggy Shizzy dog through history, remains the same. (weed smoking pimp)
Echoes of struggle, of love and of loss
Lose a damn tooth because you forgot to floss. (too many crack rocks)

(EBT stands for Ebenics Beaner Transvestites)

Socialism mold, watch the riots unfold
From sane to insanity, next up on Hannity
Get your weave on, time to take a look
Big ass eyelashes on, bet you never read a book.

Tatted up eyebrows got the look on lock
Ashy crusty ho lookin like a free tick-tock 
Fake burgers and scene, like they came from a king
This cooked burger got nothing to do with Microsoft Bing

What does it mean when the obese people realize the deal? 
Like the fat dude orders another delivery  meal. 
(EBT stands for Ebonic Biotronic Teleport)
Has the gubmint found Waldo or Snowden? 
Probably evidence of corruption and eveidence closed in?
(FBI took another dump on the floor)
Hiding the facts, and putting up fights
Free speech flooding in with the bright lights
Every great artist witnessed and portrayed what"s on scene. 
Left and right there is a difference between. 
(you know what I mean)

Type a few words, watch the jelly rolled
From fat to skinny, truth be told
Get your weave and get it glued tight
Wipe your ass until it feels just right. 

You can see the damage and the bruise.
A data-fed propaganda with nothing to lose
Ya"ll need to get the picture and new view.
Enjoyable music is something that we all can do.

Description du style musical

avant garde

Langue des paroles

English

Emotional Analysis

critical, satirical, and socially aware

Application Scenarios

social commentary, live performances, and club music

Technical Analysis

playful use of wordplay, rhythm shifts, and lyrical density with vivid imagery

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