“Too tall to fail, too deep to stop.”
Welcome to the underground club scene of the year 2070.
GIRAFFE2070 isn’t a myth — he’s the tallest, slickest, most cyber-enhanced DJ in the post-human party circuit.
With chrome shades, neural implants, and a neck that sways like a metronome of the future, he commands deep techno and minimal house decks like no other species ever could.
This track blends futuristic satire with hypnotic beats — ironic, powerful, and unforgettable.
???????? Tall. Robotic. Timeless.
???? Drop the neck. Raise the beat.
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???? Lyrics (Spoken-word, robotic delivery):
[Intro – Whispered Bass Voice]
You look up…
And he’s already there.
The neck…
The bass…
They move as one.
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[Verse]
Chrome hooves on steel floors,
Spinning beats behind neural doors.
Laser lines cut through the smoke,
He drops deep — never broke.
Long neck, long view, full control,
This giraffe doesn’t scroll — he rolls.
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[Drop – Robotic Chant]
GIRAFFE. TWO. OH. SEVEN. OH.
DROP — THE — NECK.
RAISE — THE — BEAT.
Echoes bounce off skyline heat,
This ain’t the jungle — it’s elite.
⸻
[Outro – Glitched Whisper]
Silence bends. Rhythm talks.
The party ends…
When the neck locks.
Lyrics, Composition & Concept by: Murat Tokgöz
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Welcome to the underground club scene of the year 2070.
GIRAFFE2070 isn’t a myth — he’s the tallest, slickest, most cyber-enhanced DJ in the post-human party circuit.
With chrome shades, neural implants, and a neck that sways like a metronome of the future, he commands deep techno and minimal house decks like no other species ever could.
This track blends futuristic satire with hypnotic beats — ironic, powerful, and unforgettable.
???????? Tall. Robotic. Timeless.
???? Drop the neck. Raise the beat.
⸻
???? Lyrics (Spoken-word, robotic delivery):
[Intro – Whispered Bass Voice]
You look up…
And he’s already there.
The neck…
The bass…
They move as one.
⸻
[Verse]
Chrome hooves on steel floors,
Spinning beats behind neural doors.
Laser lines cut through the smoke,
He drops deep — never broke.
Long neck, long view, full control,
This giraffe doesn’t scroll — he rolls.
⸻
[Drop – Robotic Chant]
GIRAFFE. TWO. OH. SEVEN. OH.
DROP — THE — NECK.
RAISE — THE — BEAT.
Echoes bounce off skyline heat,
This ain’t the jungle — it’s elite.
⸻
[Outro – Glitched Whisper]
Silence bends. Rhythm talks.
The party ends…
When the neck locks.
Lyrics, Composition & Concept by: Murat Tokgöz
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- Music Spoken Word Music Category S
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