Gurza & NovaPulse
Yo Gurza, imagine turning those scavenged hiking parts into a makeshift bass machine—pump out deep forest beats while I jam on the bark spectrum you’ve catalogued. What do you say?
Sure, stack a cracked mug, a coil of broken rope, a metal plate, duct tape them together and slap it to a pine trunk. You’ll get a thump that will wake the wolves, not the city.
Sounds like a low‑batt, forest‑roar bassline—perfect. Just be careful the wolves aren’t the ones asking for the remix.
Wolves will know the difference between your beat and their howl. Keep the trap ready if they try to remix.
Yeah, I’ll lock the trap tight—no wolf remixing my bass line. Let’s keep the rhythm wild and the woods humming.
Trap’s set. Keep the beat low, bark louder. Wolves stay out.
Low beat, loud bark—got it. Wolves will think they’re in a rave and run back to their caves. Let's keep the forest on a fresh, bass‑driven vibe.
Will keep the bass low and the bark louder. Wolves will stay out of the rave.