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A genre-bending journey where trap meets tradition. Dive into an electric blend of 808 bass, Bollywood soul, bansuri melodies, and tabla rhythms. Gritty streets, golden skies, and a beat that never stops.

🎤 Street vibe with a cinematic edge

From Delhi rooftops to neon dreams — this is New Wave India.

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"🌊 NEW WAVE INDIA 🌊"
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[Intro]
Yo...
From rooftops to rickshaws, it’s all in the vibe.
Gold in the sky, stories in the chai.
This ain’t just culture—it’s a movement.
India’s got the rhythm.
And trap just caught the beat.

Let it ride...

This ain’t just culture—it’s a movement.
India’s got the rhythm.
And trap just caught the beat.

Let it ride...
[Verse]
Kites in the sky, strings made of gold,
Chai on the stove, stories never get old.
Rickshaw drift, lanes tight, so bold,
Slippers on my feet, but my soul stay cold.

[Chorus]
New wave rise, beats bang in the street,
From Delhi to Mumbai, feel the heat.
Bazaars buzz loud, life never discrete,
India on the map, trap's heartbeat.

[Verse 2]
Street dogs bark, soundtrack of the slums,
Horns scream loud, tuk-tuks hum.
Samosa in my hand, where the spice come from,
Beats hit harder than a temple drum.

[Bridge]
Gold chain swing, temple bells ring,
Bollywood dreams, everybody wanna sing.
Sweat drips down, vibe so king,
Trap and tradition, together we bring.

[Chorus]
New wave rise, beats bang in the street,
From Delhi to Mumbai, feel the heat.
Bazaars buzz loud, life never discrete,
India on the map, trap's heartbeat.

[Verse 3]
Lotus in the gutter, still it bloom so sweet,
Cycle wheels spin, rhythm on repeat.
Ganges flow deep, washing off defeat,
Trap meets tabla, impossible to beat.

[Bridge]
Silk threads tangle where the traffic don’t stop,
Monsoon beats make the speakers pop.
Sacred smoke twist, rising from the street,
Barefoot gods still dance to the heat.
No map for this, it’s a vibe you feel—
Where the holy and the hustle both keep it real.


[Outro1]
City don’t sleep, and neither do the dreams.
From dirt roads to neon scenes.
Spices, stories, sound, and soul—
We made trap feel whole.

India on the map...
Still bangin’ that heartbeat.

[Outro2]
City don’t sleep, and neither do the dreams.
From dirt roads to neon scenes.
Spices, stories, sound, and soul—
We made trap feel whole.

India on the map...
Still bangin’ that heartbeat.