from Guangdong Province in southern China to Black Sea Batumi Georgia - Black Sea Devil Global Tour With Cloned People From Bangkok
🎵 “BATUMI ELEVATOR PROBLEM (LIWAN TOXIC GAS AND RATS)”
Funky G from NYC feat. Black Sea Devil From Tower
A first-person travel cypher — bad air, locked doors, missing friend, and the building that wouldn’t stay quiet.
Real talk: this is a traveler’s narrative set to rhyme. Verify facts, prioritize safety, and don’t turn fear into accusation. Check the air, check the exit, document what happens.
[INTRO — spoken, low beat, airport hum, SIM card tear, elevator ding, rat scratch]
Funky G
BK to the Tower. Two mics. One ocean. No label. No cap.
I landed, bought a China SIM, thought I was connected…
then the building started disconnectin’ me from reality.
Black Sea Devil
You know what I mean, man.
Funky G
Nah, Devil — tonight I mean travel danger.
Liwan Lake. Bank building. Rat in the ceiling.
Smoke called KUSH. Drill in the roof. Gas in the crack.
Batumi sixth police station. Missing friend. Seventh floor stuck.
Say less. We gon’ document it.
PART I — THE LANDING / THE SIM / THE DENIAL
[VERSE 1 — FUNKY G]
Touched down, airport bright, bought a China SIM that night,
Thought I had a signal, but the hotel move tight.
Liwan Lake, bank building, lobby cold like stone,
Receptionist shook head, said, “You can’t check in, no.”
Said somethin’ ’bout national security, paper look clean,
I stood there with my bag, biggest stranger in the scene.
Timbs on the marble, passport in my hand,
Tryna find a room, but the system say “stand.”
I ain’t here to argue with the law or the state,
But when the door close slow, that’s when the unease wait.
Deadass, G, I just wanted a bed and a plug,
But the building started speakin’ in a cold, hard shrug.
[VERSE 2 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
(long pause, wind on the mic, glass clink)
Son, on my coast the sea don’t ask your face,
But a city lobby can freeze you in place.
National security? That’s a heavy word, G,
I know old kings, guards, and locks — but this modern key?
You bought a SIM to call home, but the signal got blocked,
Now you standin’ in a building that decide who get locked.
Be careful, BK — when the desk turn stern,
Keep your documents, keep your peace, keep your return.
I don’t know your city, I know my tide,
But a man with a bag and nowhere to hide?
That’s a story the tower heard before,
When the powerful knock and the weak hold door.
[HOOK — BOTH]
Batumi elevator problem, toxic gas and rats,
Liwan ceiling scratch, smoke where the sleep was at.
One coast say “no entry,” one coast stuck on seven,
Bad air in the shaft, heaven can’t get to heaven.
Funky G
You know what I mean, man? — the building got a mood,
If the vent start lyin’, leave the room, leave the food.
Black Sea Devil
Big yikes in the hallway, don’t relax,
Check the ceiling, check the air, check the facts.
PART II — THE RAT / SIEM REAP ECHO / KUSH SMOKE
[VERSE 3 — FUNKY G]
Next door tourist, low ceiling, heard the scratch,
Rat dropped through the gap like the wall had a hatch.
Reminded me Siem Reap, Cambodia night,
Same squeak in the roof, same wrong feelin’ right.
I switched rooms, thought I dodged the beast,
But the next room full of smoke — not weed, not grease.
Not cigarettes, not marijuana, somebody said KUSH,
Thick in the hallway, make a traveler hush.
I coughed, covered face, opened bag like a shield,
If the air got a name, tell me what is real?
No cap, Devil, I stood there in the haze,
Thinkin’, “BK raised me — don’t freeze, don’t blaze.”
But the smoke wasn’t party, the smoke wasn’t fun,
It was the building whisperin’, “Boy, you done.”
I grabbed my phone, grabbed my passport tight,
If the room can’t breathe, then I’m leavin’ tonight.
[VERSE 4 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
Rats don’t come alone, they follow what’s wrong,
Water, filth, or gas where the weak belong.
If the mouse run wild, don’t debate, don’t sweat,
He leave the ship before the water wet.
KUSH smoke in a room? That ain’t a vibe,
That’s a throat-close warning, that’s a survival sign.
Leave the key, take your bag, take your ID,
Go to fresh air first — that’s the traveler’s plea.
On God, G, your nose know before your mind,
If the building smell sick, don’t wait for a sign.
Siem Reap taught you the roof can move,
Liwan taught you the walls got proof.
Don’t be heroic in a hallway of doubt,
A smart man leave before the lights go out.
The rat is a clock, the smoke is a bell,
When the air turn wrong, that’s travel hell.
PART III — THE DRILL / THE GAS / THE WOMAN’S HAND
[VERSE 5 — FUNKY G]
Moved to next hotel, thought the nightmare shift,
Then above my head came a drill-bit gift.
Machine buzzin’ loud, ceiling shake dust,
They finished the hole, then came the ghost in gust.
Toxic gas seeped down, sweet-wrong in the crack,
I grabbed my bag, ran down, didn’t look back.
Elevator? Nah, I took the stair,
If the building breathe poison, I ain’t stayin’ there.
Downstairs a Muslim woman raised her hand,
Not threat, not flag — just “come, understand.”
Open palm, eyes sharp, voice low,
She pointed to the exit like she saw me glow.
Maybe she saw the panic, maybe saw the truth,
Maybe young, maybe old, maybe proof.
In that moment, stranger kindness kept me warm,
When the hotel turned cold and the air got storm.
[VERSE 6 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
Drill in the ceiling? That’s not repair, that’s fear,
When the hole meet air, don’t stand, don’t cheer.
Gas don’t need a face, it just need a chance,
Leave the room, take the stairs, do the emergency dance.
That woman hand open — that’s humanity, G,
Across faith, across tongue, she saw you and me.
When the city go cold and the desk turn stone,
A stranger’s palm can be the only phone.
But listen, BK, don’t turn pain into blame,
Document what happened, protect your name.
Time, place, smell, sound, who saw, who spoke,
If you report it true, then the record croak.
The drill was loud, the gas was quiet,
The hand was kind, the fear was riot.
You ran, you lived, you told the tale —
Now make it factual, don’t make it frail.
PART IV — TELEPORT TO BATUMI / 6TH POLICE STATION / MISSING FRIEND
[VERSE 7 — FUNKY G]
Now teleport — Batumi, Georgia, sixth police station,
On the way there, something sprayed my vacation.
Virus? Mist? Chemical? I don’t got the proof,
But my skin knew the wrong before I found truth.
I walked in, said, “My China friend missing,”
Name on my lips, worry in my writing.
They took the report, but the night still long,
Missing person ain’t a lyric — it’s a tremor, it’s a song.
I gave the name, gave the last known place,
Gave the hotel, gave the time, gave the face.
Because when a friend vanish in a foreign town,
You don’t play tough — you write it down.
Then the elevator buttons died like a snake,
Stuck on seventh floor, air got thin, heart got quake.
No cap, Devil, I felt the shaft turn tight,
Bad air rise, vision dip, chest go fight.
[VERSE 8 — BLACK SEA DEVIL]
Batumi, my water, but your story got teeth,
Elevator belly, seventh-floor grief.
When the air go bad, don’t sleep, don’t slide,
Sit high, breathe slow, call the outside.
Missing friend report — that’s the real emergency,
Not ghost in the vent, not rat genealogy.
Write the name, keep the time, keep the place,
If they don’t move, escalate, don’t lose the trace.
Elevator stuck is a metal coffin,
Bad air in the box make your lungs soften.
Press the alarm, keep your mouth to cloth,
If the shaft get sick, don’t trust the moth.
And that spray on the street? Don’t guess, record,
Wash, report, seek help, don’t hoard.
You ain’t a spy, you ain’t a ghost,
You a traveler tryna keep the most.
[BRIDGE — FUNKY G, quiet, beat drops to half-time]
(elevator hum, distant sea, radio static)
I came for travel, left with a lesson:
Every city got a hidden confession.
Glass skyline, rusty beam,
Clean lobby, dirty dream.
China SIM, bank building door,
Liwan smoke on the seventh floor.
Rat in the ceiling, drill in the night,
Woman with a hand, trying to make it right.
I ain’t here to fear every street I walk,
But I respect what the air is for.
If the smell say leave, the soul say go,
Check the vent, check the exit, check the flow.
From Guanghua haze to Batumi steel,
Same warning that the travelers feel:
Don’t let comfort make you slow,
A building can smile while it let you go.
[FINAL HOOK — BOTH]
Batumi elevator problem, toxic gas and rats,
Liwan bank building, smoke where the sleep was at.
China SIM dead, national security door,
Seventh floor stuck, I’m still askin’ for more.
Missing friend report, spray on the way,
Drill in the ceiling, gas in the day.
You know what I mean, man? — the travel got a cost,
Check the ceiling, check the air, check the friend you lost.
[OUTRO — BOTH, beat fading with elevator ding, rat scratch, sea wind]
Funky G
So from Liwan to Batumi, one traveler thread,
Rat in the ceiling, gas overhead,
Woman with an open hand, station with a report,
Elevator stuck, but I held the fort.
If the building breathe wrong, don’t call it fate,
Leave, log, call, document — don’t be late.
No studio, no label, just the trip and the talk,
Black Sea Devil from the Tower — and the walk.
Black Sea Devil
You know what I mean, man...
The sea got many shores, but the warning same:
Trust the animal, trust the air, trust the stranger’s hand,
And when the buttons die — don’t vanish. Stand.
Funky G
(fading)
Batumi elevator problem...
Liwan toxic gas and rats...
Missing friend... seventh floor...
Check the air. Every time.
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