Brooklyn Remix of “The Hand in the Center” Black Sea Devil From Tower feat. Funky G from NYC
Funky G From NYC feat. Black Sea Devil From Tower
Red Wine and Rituals
Dosha, agni, adaptogens, blunt smoke, bodega wine—BK to the Tower. Bats flyin’, blunts flyin’, yellow underline poppin’. No cap.
🎵 SONG LYRICS — “RED WINE AND RITUALS”
Brooklyn-fied Remix
Funky G from NYC feat. Black Sea Devil From Tower
The question, the bottle, the better bet — say less.
[INTRO — spoken, low beat, phone static]
(Funky G)
BK to the Tower. Two mics. One ocean. No studio. No label.
Yo, Devil — real quick, before we start.
(Black Sea Devil)
...I’m here. You know what I mean, man?
(Funky G)
I’m about to find out. Deadass.
PART I — THE QUESTION
[VERSE 1 — FUNKY G]
Devil, lemme ask you somethin’ straight,
How many years you been posted on that tower, wait—
Five hundred? A thousand? A whole lotta time,
Watchin’ the Black Sea, sippin’ that wine?
And while you up there, countin’ the tide,
You ever heard about Ayurveda — the Indian art of healin’, the guide?
The science of life — that’s what the word mean,
The oldest health system the world ever seen, no cap.
So tell me, G, what you know? What you learned?
Or you just up there watchin’ the sea get churned?
[VERSE 2 — BLACK SEA DEVIL, shrug]
(long pause, glass clink)
Ayurveda? Son, I don’t know that name.
I don’t do the herbs, I don’t do the flame.
My only source of power is red wine,
Pour it at midnight, and I’m feelin’ fine.
That’s the rule. That’s the ritual. That’s the deal.
Red wine made me, and red wine keep me real.
Immortal on the coast, a bottle in my hand,
What else a man need? What don’t you understand?
[PRE-HOOK — FUNKY G]
(laughs)
A bottle in your hand and a thousand years gone,
Well, that’s exactly why you still sittin’ on that throne alone. Big yikes.
[HOOK — BOTH]
Red wine and rituals, up on the tower,
New Ayurveda got a different kind of power —
Dosha, digestion, the morning, the herb,
Devil drinkin’ wine while the world get cured.
(Funky G)
You know what I mean, man? Let me break it down. Word. Say less.
PART II — THE LESSON
[VERSE 3 — FUNKY G, the dosha intro]
Aight, Devil, lounge back, let me school you right,
This ain’t a lecture — it’s a late-night light.
First, an interactive quiz — a fu-funky little test,
To find your dosha, put your body to the quest.
You got a primary and a secondary type,
That’s your mind-body pattern, that’s your whole hype.
[VERSE 4 — FUNKY G, vata]
Vata type? Air and space, fast and thin,
That’s the one anxiety and burnout live in.
US work culture — deadlines, screens, no rest,
Vata get scattered, heart beatin’ out the chest.
So you ground it — warm food, slow breath, oil, routine,
That’s how Vata stay steady on the daily scene.
[VERSE 5 — FUNKY G, pitta]
Pitta type? Fire and water — the high achiever,
The grind never stop, the stress get deeper.
That’s the manager, the hustler, the flame,
Managing stress is the whole damn game.
You cool it — no more heat, no more rage on the clock,
Sweet and calm food, and you learn how to stop.
[VERSE 6 — FUNKY G, kapha]
Kapha type? Earth and water, steady and slow,
Loyal, but the energy got nowhere to go.
That’s the one need metabolism boost,
Boost the energy when the body feel loose.
Warm, light, spicy, get up and move,
Kapha wake up when you give it a groove.
[BRIDGE — DEVIL, beat drops to half-time]
(glass swirl)
So everybody got a type and a fix?
But I got my wine — and I been here since the Celts and the Styx.
What’s a dosha to a man who can’t die?
Tell me, G — why your healing better than mine?
PART III — THE CASE
[VERSE 7 — FUNKY G, the meal prep]
’Cause here’s the thing, Devil, and it’s real simple, no cap:
Dosha-specific meal prep and grocery guides — that’s the map.
You shop for your type, not the shelf, not the ad,
Gut health and agni — the digestive fire, that’s the pad.
Agni strong, you absorb, you burn, you glow;
Agni weak, everything slow, everything slow.
That’s the root — the gut, the fire, the food,
Fix the agni, fix the whole damn mood.
[VERSE 8 — FUNKY G, the routine]
Holistic morning routines for the busy schedule,
That’s the reset button, that’s the ritual.
Sunlight, warm water, breath before the phone,
Natural stress relief when you sittin’ alone.
And adaptogenic herbs — ashwagandha, tulsi, the root,
They help the body adapt when the pressure recruit.
That’s the new Ayurveda, tailored and clean,
Not a bottle a night — a system, a routine.
[PRE-HOOK — DEVIL]
(lighter flicking — wait, that’s Funky G’s side)
Hm. Warm water and roots against my thousand-year wine.
Fine. So tell me why your hustle beat mine every time.
[HOOK — BOTH]
Red wine and rituals, up on the tower,
New Ayurveda got a different kind of power —
Dosha, digestion, the morning, the herb,
Devil drinkin’ wine while the world get cured.
(Funky G)
You know what I mean, man? Let me break it down. Word.
PART IV — THE BROOKLYN ANSWER
[VERSE 9 — FUNKY G, the flex]
Aight, and here’s the part that gonna sting, my guy:
In Brooklyn, I smoke weed and I write graffiti on the metro — and I get paid, no lie.
I ain’t immortal, I ain’t stuck on a coast,
But I make more in a month than a ghost could host.
Tag on the train, can of paint in the hand,
Turn the city into canvas — that’s the Brooklyn brand.
Weed in the air and a marker in the mix,
That’s my agni — that’s my fire, that’s my fix.
[VERSE 10 — FUNKY G, the drop]
So you can keep the sea and the thousand-year stare,
But immortal on the Black Sea ain’t a livin’ — it’s a chair.
Sittin’ still for centuries, sippin’ the same red,
While I’m out here movin’, eatin’, breathin’, gettin’ ahead.
Vata, Pitta, Kapha — pick your lane, run your pace,
But the hustle in NYC is a whole different grace.
You die-proof? Cool. But can you thrive? That’s the test.
And I thrive in BK — timbs on, stand on business, doin’ my best.
[VERSE 11 — BLACK SEA DEVIL, the grudging turn]
(sets down the glass)
...So the wine was a crutch and the throne was a cage,
And you buildin’ a life from a can and a page.
Fine, G. Maybe the tower ain’t the whole show.
Maybe the healing is the part I didn’t know.
(beat)
But I’m keepin’ the wine. One glass. Not the crate.
You take the dosha, I’ll take the date.
[OUTRO — BOTH, beat fading]
BK to the Tower, two worlds in the song,
One drinkin’ wine, one gettin’ strong.
Dosha, agni, adaptogen, breath —
That’s the new Ayurveda, that’s the life over death.
No studio, no label — just the trip and the talk,
Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the question we walked.
(fading)
You know what I mean, man...
You know what I mean...
🎬 5-MINUTE LIVE-STREAM BATTLE INTRO SCRIPT
“Funky G from NYC” vs “Black Sea Devil From Tower”
Red Wine vs the New Ayurveda
Total runtime: ~5:00
Two co-hosts, one ocean, live. Funky G lounges the whole time. Brooklyn all the way.
[00:00 – 00:30] COLD OPEN — FUNKY G
(Camera on Funky G, BK, Timbs up on the radiator. Beat low.)
FUNKY G:
Yo. Two mics. One ocean. No studio. No label.
Tonight I got a question for the Devil — and I already know he ain’t got the answer.
How many years you been sittin’ on that tower, my guy?
And what do you actually know about Ayurveda?
Let’s find out. Say less.
[00:30 – 01:00] THE DEVIL ANSWERS
(Cut to Devil, Tower, glass in hand.)
DEVIL:
Ayurveda? Son, I don’t know that name.
My only source of power is red wine.
Pour it at midnight and I’m fine.
That’s the rule, that’s the ritual, that’s the deal.
FUNKY G:
(laughs)
And that’s exactly why you still sittin’ up there alone.
Hold my blunt — I’ma teach you something. Deadass.
[01:00 – 02:00] ROUND ONE — THE DOSHAS
(Split screen.)
FUNKY G:
First thing — there’s an interactive little quiz that finds your dosha —
your primary and secondary mind-body type.
Vata? Air and space — that’s the one anxiety and burnout in US work culture live in.
So you ground it — warm food, slow breath, routine.
Pitta? Fire and water — the high achiever — and managing stress is the whole game.
You cool it.
Kapha? Earth and water — steady but stuck — you boost the energy and metabolism with heat, spice, and movement.
Everybody got a type. Everybody got a fix.
DEVIL:
(swirls glass)
So everybody got a type — but I got wine, and I can’t die.
What’s a dosha to a man who can’t die?
[02:00 – 03:00] ROUND TWO — THE SYSTEM
(Funky G leans in. Beat shifts.)
FUNKY G:
’Cause here’s the thing, and it’s simple:
dosha-specific meal prep and grocery guides.
You shop for your type.
And the root of all of it — gut health and agni, the digestive fire.
Agni strong, you burn, you glow.
Agni weak, everything slow — like the MTA in August.
Then holistic morning routines for the busy schedule — sunlight, warm water, breath before the phone.
Natural stress relief and adaptogenic herbs — ashwagandha, tulsi — so your body can adapt when the pressure recruit.
That’s the new Ayurveda.
Not a bottle a night. A system. No cap.
DEVIL:
Fine. So tell me why your hustle beat mine.
[03:00 – 04:15] ROUND THREE — THE BROOKLYN FLEX
(Cut to Funky G. Full smile. Beat drops to half-time.)
FUNKY G:
Aight, here’s the part that gonna sting.
In Brooklyn, I smoke weed and I write graffiti on the metro — and I get paid.
I ain’t immortal, I ain’t stuck on a coast,
but I make more in a month than a ghost could host.
Tag on the train, can in the hand — turn the city into canvas.
That’s my agni, that’s my fire, that’s my fix.
You can keep the sea and the thousand-year stare —
but immortal on the Black Sea ain’t a livin’ — it’s a chair.
You die-proof, cool — but can you thrive?
DEVIL:
(sets down glass)
...So the wine was a crutch and the throne was a cage.
[04:15 – 05:00] THE CO-SIGN + CALL TO ACTION
(Both on screen. Beat builds.)
DEVIL:
Fine, G. Maybe the tower ain’t the whole show.
Maybe the healing is the part I didn’t know.
FUNKY G:
BK to the Tower, one ocean apart.
Black Sea Devil and Funky G — that’s the art.
No studio, no label — just the trip and the talk.
Drop a 🔥 if you want the full song.
And remember: the new Ayurveda slap, but the wine stay ritual — one glass, not the crate.
DEVIL:
And if you want the next battle — the hand-in-the-center one, the burn-plastic balcony one, the dead-plastic funeral one — tell us in the chat.
You know what I mean, man? Let’s ride.
(Beat drops. Stream rolls.)
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