Listen to Pharoah Rise (feat. R.A.P. Ferreira, Daru Jones, Tony Hall, Leo Genovese, Emmanuel Echem, Roy Futureman Wooten, Buddy Strong, Ezra Kessler & Yeli Ensemble) by Jeff Coffin

Pharoah Rise (feat. R.A.P. Ferreira, Daru Jones, Tony Hall, Leo Genovese, Emmanuel Echem, Roy Futureman Wooten, Buddy Strong, Ezra Kessler & Yeli Ensemble)

Jeff Coffin

Jazz

412

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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Soprano Saxophone
R.A.P. Ferreira
R.A.P. Ferreira
Spoken Word
Daru Jones
Daru Jones
Drums
Tony Hall
Tony Hall
Bass
Leo Genovese
Leo Genovese
Rhodes Piano
Emmanuel Echem
Emmanuel Echem
Trumpet
Buddy Strong
Buddy Strong
Chant Vocals
Ezra Kessler
Ezra Kessler
Percussion
Roy Wooten
Roy Wooten
Chant Vocals
Ibrahima Dioubate
Ibrahima Dioubate
Percussion
Mohamed Dioubate
Mohamed Dioubate
Chant Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Composer
R.A.P. Ferreira
R.A.P. Ferreira
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jeff Coffin
Jeff Coffin
Producer
Rob Evans
Rob Evans
Mixing Engineer
Ted Jensen
Ted Jensen
Mastering Engineer
Ethan Bovey
Ethan Bovey
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

(Verse 1)
So the brother approaches the stand like he’s only visiting this planet
I mean with this utter and awed effluent effervescence
This other-realmed obsidian blackness at the helm
And it was the business, it was felt
Robes draped and flowing, and somehow also folded like crab rangoons
Played the tenor like a brain gun
Fingertips stained by the sun of which he was in league with
and trigonometry with the ghost in mystique and monastic study with the father
In presence he was always three, chanting
(Chorus)
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, yeah just like the sun he is
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, Pharaoh will come again
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no beginning
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no end
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, yeah just like the sun he is
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, Pharoah will come again
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no beginning
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no end
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, yes just like the sun he is
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, Pharaoh will come again
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no beginning
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, the story has no end
(Verse 2)
His story never repeats itself, but it rhymes
Step up, take flight, “I am” is a synonym for inspired
Life being a symphony for improvisers
Do your arms get tired?
Sing it again in falsetto so it ring truthful
Macaroni go to noodle, huh
(Chorus)
Na na na na na na, Pharoah
Woah, Woah, Woah, Aaah
Treetop flyer
Bebop glider
On this block we rock til’ our mortal enemies expire
Can you raise that vibration?
Can you raise that vibration?
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set, yes just like the sun he is
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
The story never repeats itself
(Verse 3/Jam)
In league with
In league with
In league with
Fingertips stained by the sun of which he was in league with
Of which he was in league with
And trigonometry with the ghost
In mystique and monastic study with the father
In presence he was always three, chanting
In presence he was always three, chanting
African consciousness spins circles and always remains masterful
Yes, Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
This story never repeats itself
(Crazy, crazy)
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
(Verse 4)
So the brother approaches the stand like he’s only visiting this planet
So the brother approaches the stand like he’s only visiting this planet, I mean, with this utter and awed effluent effervescence
This other-realmed obsidian blackness at the helm
And it was the business, it was felt
Treetop flyer
Bebop glider
On this block, we rock till’ our enemies expire
(Chorus)
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
Pharoah Rise, Pharoah Set
(Verse 5)
So the brother approaches the stand like he’s only visiting this planet, I mean, with this utter and awed effluent effervescence
This other-realmed obsidian blackness at the helm
And it was the business, it was felt
(African Chant)
(Verse 6)
Robes draped and flowing, and somehow also folded like crab rangoons
Played the tenor like a brain gun
Fingertips stained by the sun of which he was in league with
and trigonometry with the ghost in mystique and monastic study with the father
In presence he was always three, chanting
Written by: Jeff Coffin, R.A.P. Ferreira
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