“Eddie Murphy’s Couch” is the brand-new single from Intergalactic Groove Command (IGC), and it captures everything the collective stands for: outrageous funk, uncontainable energy, and a sense of humor that dares to be larger than life.
The concept: inspired by the legendary comedian’s iconic mansion parties of the 1980s, the track imagines what would happen if IGC showed up uninvited and turned Eddie Murphy’s living room into their own funk arena. The couch becomes a symbol—too fine to survive the unstoppable power of groove.
The sound: Jerome Davis kicks things off with a bass-heavy grin, Velvet LaRue delivers a soaring, sticky hook, and Rhymezilla drives the chaos while shouting out Spaceman Vic, DJ Nebula, and Cosmo Keys as they sonically vandalize the mansion with drums, scratches, and synth fire. By the final chorus, it’s pure detonation—chants, bass, and shards of synth in a wild house-party crescendo.
The vibe: equal parts tribute and parody—cinematic, comedic, and irresistibly danceable. When Jerome’s final growl lands—“you shoulda known better than lettin’ the funk inside”—the deed is done.
Show Lyrics
[Intro – Jerome Davis, bass talkin’]
“Man… I told y’all don’t invite IGC to no mansion parties…
Somebody call Eddie, ‘cause we tearin’ this place up!”
[Verse 1 – Jerome Davis, funk rap]
Bass hittin’ hard like a midnight brawl,
Groove so loud shake the paintings off the wall.
Velvet cushions, leather so clean,
We stomp on the sofa like a fever dream.
Champagne splash, gold chain swing,
Couch turn stage when the funk take wing.
Ain’t no sittin’ down—we standin’ proud,
IGC turn the living room into a crowd.
[Chorus – Velvet LaRue, soulful hook]
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we stomp, we bounce,
Can’t tame the funk, no keepin’ it down.
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we wild, we loud,
IGC turn the groove to a crowd.
[Verse 2 – Rhymezilla, hype MC]
Yo, Spaceman Vic beat knockin’ the floor,
DJ Nebula cuttin’ like a cosmic war.
Cosmo Keys light up the room with a blast,
Synths so hot make the glass break fast.
We the bad guests mama warned you about,
But the groove too deep, we ain’t hearin’ no doubt.
From the bar to the balcony, all night we play,
Sorry Eddie Murphy, but the funk don’t pay!
[Chorus – Velvet LaRue + group chants underneath]
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we stomp, we bounce,
Can’t tame the funk, no keepin’ it down.
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we wild, we loud,
IGC turn the groove to a crowd.
[Final Chorus – Full Funk Explosion]
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we stomp, we bounce,
Can’t tame the funk, no keepin’ it down.
On Eddie Murphy’s couch, we wild, we loud,
IGC funk forever, groove unbound.
[Outro – Jerome Davis, low growl]
“Sorry Eddie… but you shoulda known better than lettin’ the funk inside.”
