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Gunga Grape — Taste the Rise 2 by GuNga Grape

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Gunga Grape — Taste the Rise 2

Rap,neutral vocals

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[Intro]
Yo — city steam, rooftop gleam, this one’s for the purple dream.
Listen close: from seed to scene — Gunga Grape.
[Verse 1]
Born on a rooftop garden above the subway hiss,
Two hands, one lost job, one stubborn bliss.
We planted hope in cracked pots, neon rain on the leaves,
Purple lanterns swinging, hummingbeats beneath.
From vine to grind — purple prime, we timed the climb,
Sunset sugar, soil-stained fingers, counted out the crime.
Neighbors whispered doubt, landlord clipped the wire,
But we bottled midnight light and bottled up desire.
Taste of tang, velvet skin, sticky-sweet rebellion,
A lab at midnight, jury-rig jars, we wrote our own medallion.
[Pre-Chorus]
Heartbeat in the city, hush before the shout,
Close your eyes, breathe the color, let the cups fill out.
Pressure stacked like crates, then the pop, then the rise —
You’ll know it when you sip it, see the purple in your eyes.
[Chorus — Hook]
Gunga Grape — taste the rise. (Gunga Grape)
Gunga Grape — taste the rise. (Gunga Grape)
Bottle to the skyline, leave the past behind — Gunga Grape.
[Verse 2]
Street stall under halogen, midnight market glow,
First sale was a kid with a grin like a radio show.
A bottle slipped, it cracked — purple spilled on cracked tile,
They licked it off the pavement and laughed for a while.
Camera phones flashed, the alley turned cathedral,
From poverty to poetry, sudden symmetrical.
We hustled flavor like gospel, flavor that confesses,
Purple prophet on the corner turning losses into lessons.
Multi-syllable hustle: from struggle to the struggle-free,
Gunga grape on the tongue — medal in the memory.
Punchlines on the curb: syrup sweet, city neat,
We sold sunset by the ounce, rhythm in the street.
[Bridge — Half-time drop]
(Call) Where you from? (Response) Roof to the subway hum.
(Call) What you bring? (Response) Purple thunder, sticky drum.
Drop it slow — taste the acid, velvet fade to dawn,
Echoes of that first sip when the whole block sang along.
[Chorus — Hook Variation]
Gunga Grape — taste the rise. (Taste the rise.)
Gunga Grape — watch us climb. (Watch us climb.)
We sip the skyline, midnight prize — Gunga Grape.
[Breakdown / Call-and-Response Tag]
Leader: One sip —
Crowd: One lift.
Leader: One night —
Crowd: One shift.
Leader: Purple light —
Crowd: We rise.
[Outro]
Keep it tight: rooftop hustle, alley baptism in the rain,
From cracked pots to capped tops — we sealed it with the name.
Gunga Grape — short and loud, one line that never dies:
Gunga Grape — taste the rise. (Gunga Grape — taste the rise.)
(Repeat quietly as fade) Gunga Grape — taste the rise.
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