Gabriel: The Voiceless Beatbox Prodigy - A New Wave Epic Pop Motown Electro Jazz Funk Journey

I tried a lot of genres (LOTS of rap), but I just couldn't get the feeling I wanted... This may not fit what Gabriel would've liked, but I liked the sound out of a heck of a lot of Suno iterations. I wrote the original lyrics and used ChatGPT and Claude for editing and reviewing (again, quite a few bounces back and forth, and my adding and deleting as I went along). I used ChatGPT4o, Suno, Dreamstudio, Luma, Runway, and OpenShot to create this. Oh! I have to also thank Claude for some help too...

Suno genre/descriptors were: new wave , epic pop motown, electro jazz funk, turntablism, experimental psychedelic... the turntablism and experimental psychedelic didn't seem to show much, so I left them out of the title.

Here are the lyrics in case anyone is interested:

[Verse 1]
In the schoolyard, where the beats were born
There was a boy with a gift, but his body was worn
No words to speak, no steps to take
But he rocked the rhythm, no mistake

[Verse 2]
His fingers danced on invisible keys
As he beatboxed the songs that set him free
Salt 'n Peppa filled the air
Pushin' boundaries without a care

[Gospel Chorus]
He couldn't talk, he couldn't walk
But he had beats that would make you bop
The beatbox prodigy, a true rap star
A shining light, even from afar

[Verse 3]
His eyes burned with a fierce flame of rage
Trapped in a cage of silent outrage
Each beat was a punch, a cry for release
From the chains of a voiceless peace

[Verse 4]
Years went by, teachers passing him by,
Unaware of the rhythm, the boy's silent cry.
But beneath his anger, a yearning burned,
For someone to listen, for his beats to be learned.

[Verse 5]
He slammed his fists on the walls of his mind
Trying to break through the silence that confined
Each beat was a battle, a war cry untamed
Echoing his struggles, his pain unclaimed

[Verse 6]
Then one day, a teacher, wise and kind
Stopped to listen, to what the boy confined
He saw beyond the fists, beyond the noise
To the heart of the boy, to his silent voice

[Verse 7]
With patience and love, he learned his beat
He danced to his rhythm, his anger he'd meet
And slowly but surely, the boy found a way
To channel his fury, to let his beats sway

[Gospel Chorus]
He couldn't talk, he couldn't walk
But he had beats that would make you bop
The beatbox prodigy, a true rap star.

[Verse 8]
As the years passed, his fame did grow,
From the schoolyard beats to the big stage show.
People gathered, amazed by his sound,
A voiceless boy whose rhythm astounds.

[Verse 9]
He found his tribe, those who understood,
The language of beats, the voice of the wood.
Together they rose, their music so pure,
A testament to passion, a sound that endures.

[Verse 10]
Through the highs and lows, he stayed true,
His beats evolving, his confidence grew.
With each new rhythm, a piece of his soul,
In every performance, he reached his goal.

[Outro]
Now Gabriel's name echoes through time,
A legend of beats, a rhythm so fine.
He showed the world that silence can speak,
Through the power of rhythm, through the beat's peak.

In every slam and every cry,
He left a mark that will never die.
A voiceless messenger, his story profound,
In the language of beats, he truly found,
His voice.