death by execution è stato pubblicato il 4 luglio 2026 da Irreversible Records come parte dell'album RIGHT NOW
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Melodicità
Quanto una canzone possiede una melodia nitida e memorabile, conformandosi a schemi musicali ben strutturati. Una canzone con un alto livello di melodicità presenta generalmente linee strumentali o vocali chiare e facili da ricordare.
Acousticità
Misura quanto una canzone si basa su strumenti acustici (ad es. pianoforte, chitarra, violino, batteria, sassofono) invece di strumenti elettronici o sintetizzati digitalmente
Valence
La positività musicale o il tono emotivo trasmesso attraverso le componenti armoniche e ritmiche della canzone. Un'elevata valenza corrisponde a sentimenti di felicità, eccitazione ed euforia, mentre una bassa valenza è associata a tristezza, rabbia o malinconia.
Ballabilità
Una combinazione di fattori tra cui la stabilità del tempo, gli schemi ritmici e l'enfasi del ritmo per determinare quanto sia adatta una canzone al ballo. Una canzone "ballabile" può presentare un tempo costante, una struttura musicale ripetitiva e battiti marcati.
Energia
L'intensità percepita di un brano che può essere influenzata dal tempo, dalla dinamica e dalla compattezza musicale. Una canzone molto energica può avere un ritmo incalzante e una strumentazione densa, mentre una canzone poco energica può essere musicalmente scarna e avere tempi più lenti.
Testi
The last time that there was, uh
They, they used capital punish—
Uh, execution here was in 2019, and it was by firearm
Yeah, that's how you sh—
By the way, this is my other problem with the death penalty
It takes too long, too many appeals
It should be public, it should be quick, and it should be televised
Don’t speak, don’t show
Don’t you doubt the work I did before your body grows cold
If you hated from the jump, then you gon' reap what you sow
They’ll be locked inside my chambers, bitch, I'm Edgar Allen Poe
Blood comes out your nose if you speak ill will
If you do, I'll turn to Uma Thurman in Kill Bill
I don't care to talk it out, enough talks, enough deals
You gon' see the red waterfall when your blood spills
I done seen so much death before eighteen
Mama told me, "J.B.S., you gonna do great things"
And now I'm sinking lower and lower like a bass string
But when you sinking down after, it's not the same thing
I sunk all that I got into this world, I could never double back
You the evil in this world, the one that I attack
I ain’t hiding anymore, now I'm finally up to bat
If you can take down what you stand for, then can you take a jab?
So tell me, homie, what you know
I'll leave 'em gone before I blow
If you rock with us before
Then I'ma throw 'em to the floor
So tell me, homie, what you know
I'll leave 'em gone before I blow
If you rock with us before
Then I'ma throw 'em to the floor
Wake the fuck up, samurai
We have a city to burn
Yeah (Hey), yeah (Hey), yeah (Hey), yeah (Whoa)
Yeah (Whoa), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah (Yeah, yeah), yeah (Go!)
(RO-B. Z. on the beat!)
Yeah, yeah (Hey), yeah, yeah (Aye)
Yeah, yeah (Yee), yeah (Rah, rah, rah)
Ain't no condolences
I'm at your neck with no regrets, this shit is over with
Your disrespect is met with death, ain't no condolences
I'm at your neck with no regrets, this shit is over with
Your disrespect is met with (Death)
You're looking lifeless, you know what the price is
You was talking hype shit, now your body laying on the floor
You're looking lifeless, you know what the price is
You was talking hype shit, now your body laying on the floor
You're looking—
Dead as fuck, for ever tryna compare to us
Pedal to metal how we're gearing up when you're dying
Fuck crying, where they rank in the list, only time that we're tearing up
They try to threaten me with normalcy, that shit don't put fear in us
Before I try to copy your lame ass, I'd rather go out weird as fuck
Everywhere I go, my shit bump, acne
Face it, you can't clear it up
I pray and work so hard for all I got, I'm damn near scared of luck
Though my hate is legitimate, I'm a little bit of a hypocrite
'Cause if I look back, I only see what I want
My rearview mirror's stuck in America (Land of the free? Fuck nah)
Okay, then tear it up (Rip off the roof, tear down the walls)
Fuck your Wall, I ain't pick up the call
You pissed off and shit that I never gon' stall
I got a switch, you know that I ball
Fuck your idols, give me the ball
Haha, get it? I'm hot, wicked
You're basic, I'm acidic
I'm Cole, Honda Civic
But I'll never fall off, you can get this work
No, you can't call off
I ain't gotta close down the shopping center for your whole face to get mauled off
Ain't no condolences
I'm at your neck with no regrets, this shit is over with
Your disrespect is met with death, ain't no condolences
I'm at your neck with no regrets, this shit is over with
Your disrespect is met with (Death)
You're looking lifeless, you know what the price is
You was talking hype shit, now your body laying on the floor
You're looking lifeless, you know what the price is
You was talking hype shit, now your body laying on the floor
You're looking lifeless
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You know I warned you)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (I asked you time and time again, ahahahahahahaha)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (There's only one way now, bro)
Yeah, yeah, yeah (Yee), yeah (Rah, rah, rah; Ahhhhhh!)
(*evil ass cackling*)
Brr (Brr)
Stop it (Stop)
I'm jury, judge, and executioner, don't lose the topic (Lock in)
This bitch fell in alignment with them **** up in office (What? Ha)
Make a kill-doll look like nothing, bitch, I put the gore in gorgeous
Flailin' about, leave 'em thoughtless when I'm—
Callin' death to everyone, **** who were out for Tox
Death to everything you faked, death to everything you are
Death to everybody who wants the light to be the dark
Wants your eyes to lose your spark, death to all the bitch you are
She had took a bigger loss (And I don't regret a thing)
Remember when I used to box? Better than your wedding ring
Tell me when you're feeling down, ****, who you finna call?
'Cause I heard through the grapevine (That after me, you lost it all)
I ain't mad when I look back, because it's clear to me (What's that?)
You're just projectin' 'cause you got choked out the industry (For real)
Rock me to sleep, white tee, staticky imagery (That Static)
I hope you can clean up, but until then, you're dead to me (Slice)
Cleanin' out my closet and them broomsticks came to bits (Sweep)
Thought I cut you off for God? Nah, bitch, you're just lame as shit (Haha, amen)
Your whole tape was stupid, huh, this the dawn of the loser, ha
Know you wanted to make up, but it's death by execution now
How's it feel to know you're the embodiment of what you hate?
I know that you're watching, how's it feel I live another day?
How's it feel, the only **** in your corner ran away?
Lord, forgive me, think I woke up on the other side today
I have got no tolerance for hypocrites in this time
No matter how delusional, you'll never be a ****
Push me past my limits, and I cackle when I'm doin' this
Y'all keep gettin' walked down by a **** with a yumeship (Okay)
Meet your maker, everyone, that's a scare I see a lot
Death to everything you love, death to everything you are
Death to all your fantasies, it's time to face reality
**** oughta act their age, death to all the bitch you are
This that tossin' of your flowers and the breakin' out your cage
This that showin' off my waist, yeah, this that pissin' on your grave
Goin' Anko on these hoes (Kill 'em in totality)
Yeah, I like validation, but it ain't my personality
Arcade (Ooh), reservate (Ooh), baby, two can play the game (Yeah)
I know who I am without the mic (Can you say the same?)
Funny when I look back on December like I was to blame
Lookin' at my wounds, tryna make these bitches bleed the same
Took a wrong turn, sugar, welcome to my paradise
Turned the devil into somebody you couldn't recognize
Murder on the airwaves, talk about the airplay
Throw away the industry, they built their thrones off hearsay (Woo)
I know these **** hate showin' their hand now
Pink all on the ceiling like I'm ready for the class trial
Got me actin' venomous, this shit that I don't talk a lot
I'm glad to say if you got me this heated, I'll be justified
I am through with appeasin' **** to try to get along
'26, if you got a problem, I'm comin' for your dome
This that pourin' gasoline over that property you call a home
Miami, don't you make no sudden movements or everything kaboom (Yeah)
Death by execution
Death by execution, ****
Death by execution
I'm a lyrical assassin
I do my shit with passion (Passion!)
Yetibois, right now
The rap is back in fashion (Fashion!)
Flow so clean the hoes call it magic
Whipping out the verses, it's the MBS classic!
JUMP! JUMP!
JUMP! JUMP! (Yo!)
JUMP! JUMP!
JUMP! SOLO!
Motherfuck your bitch
You be reaping what you sow
Call me Johnny Cage the way I'm delivering lethal blows
Going crazy on these hoes
The moment I started shit, I had you on your fucking toes
So keep that mouth closed, bitch
You know I had enough of this shit, it's above me
Tryna put me down, but your girl bumps me
Cunt, you needa get a grip
Piss me off, I'll be emptying the fucking clip, huh
Executioning your death, this shit ridiculous
Love me like you glaze yourself, 19:18 Leviticus
You a villainous, plagiarising blissfulness
MBS and Yetibois, stripping you of innocence
MBS, the only type who could slice it
All I gotta say to them, "I shatter where the ice is"
So I realise there is only one solution:
Death (By execution)
JUMP!
JUMP!
JUMP!
SOLO!
Bury the hatchet, stick it deep in the casket
Your body lay cold as I look down laughing
Let it rot! Let— let it rot, woah!
Death to everything I'm fucking not, huh
Sixteen and every verse I tend to body
Literally you'll be looking at the face of a shotty (Shotty, shotty)
"Sink without fail," I'ma do this kamikaze (Okay)
Mutant Boy & Solo 'boutta kill it with the posse (Yo)
I'm a reaper, deceiver, death to nonbelievers
The villainy is rising, I'm a high goal achiever
Rob, Tox, J, Yeto, they my 'framily'
Top notch shit bringing death to humanity
After teasing me, they still put me on pedestals
Lollapalooza, MBS on all the festivals, bitch
Double strapped like a fucking wife-beater
Spitting hot shit, blow your brain with the heater
I'm Nas on Ether, spazzing out on the reefer, uh
I've been fucked over, not properly fed, almost left for dead
Can’t handle truths, I gotta lay it down for you
Death by execution, my profession you knew—
Can’t handle truths, I gotta lay it down for you
Death by execution, my profession you knew
JUMP! JUMP!
JUMP! JUMP!
JUMP! JUMP!
JUMP! JUMP!
You'll live right now, execution's going down
Rip the souls from who disavowed
I hope the higher ones are proud
I wouldn't doubt, I wouldn't doubt, no
It's going down 'cause they burn the house
It's going down 'cause they burn the town
Nightfall lands, it's fire all around
Sunrise dies, it's the start of a drought
Shut down and wake up, it's a brand new day
Nothing is the same as it was yesterday
Weight on my shoulder, I tell people it's okay
It's okay, I promise it'll be okay
Just open your eyes, you'll see the light
Just open your eyes, you'll see the light
Just open your eyes, you'll see the light
Just open your eyes, you'll see the light
Written by: Benjamin Ardman, Harry Bekris, Hartley Taylor, Jonathan Sangwais, Justin Hart, Robert Zaitsev, Samad Thomas, Skylar Tran, Trixie Cabi
