Brainless
949
Hip-Hop/Rap
Brainlessは、アルバム『 』の一部として2014年1月20日にF RadioによりリリースされましたThe Calm Before the Storm
メロディック度
楽曲がどれだけ明確で覚えやすいメロディを持ち、はっきりとした音楽パターンに沿っているかを示します。メロディック度が高い楽曲は、わかりやすく印象に残る楽器やボーカルラインが特徴です。
アコースティック度
楽曲が、電子楽器やデジタル合成音の代わりに、どの程度アコースティック楽器(ピアノ、ギター、バイオリン、ドラム、サックスなど)に依存しているかを示します。
ヴァランス
楽曲のハーモニーやリズムによって伝わる音楽的なポジティブ度や感情的トーンを示します。値が高いほど幸福感、興奮、陶酔などの感情を表し、低いほど悲しみ、怒り、憂鬱などの感情を表します。
ダンサビリティ
テンポの安定性、リズムパターン、ビートの強調などの要素を組み合わせて、楽曲が踊りやすいかどうかを示します。ダンス向きの楽曲は、一定のテンポ、反復的な音楽構造、強いダウンビートを持つ傾向があります。
エネルギー
楽曲の知覚される強さを示し、テンポ、音量の変化、音の密度などによって影響されます。エネルギーが高い曲は、力強いリズムや密度の高い編成を特徴とし、エネルギーが低い曲は、音の間隔が広く、テンポもゆったりとした構成になる傾向があります。
BPM94
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ghetts
Performer
Fix Dot'm
Performer
Wallace
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
RR
Songwriter
歌詞
Tell his mum I'm sorry, but when it rains
It's nothing but upper body shots to his frame
I'm bait, sonny done it for me and got away
No chase for the belly, now I've got a bigger stomach on me
No shame, I don't wanna lose pounds
No way, I don't wanna lose out
No pain, no gain
It's like being a black belt
Obama being president don't mean it's a black world
There ain't no brotherly love
We ain't brothers, we're just the same colour, you cunt
Speak my name and I'll dead that, lead at your head back
You met your match, you can bet that
It's a wrap
I'm done summing you up
I'm the reason your boy's baby mother threw up
Bally on my face, shally on the waist
She was like "you best go, my baby daddy's on the way"
And I was like "so? I was hoping he was home"
What the fuck's your baby daddy gonna say? (nothing)
Dirty Harry, .45 Cali is a bitch
I'm gonna leave his fanny on display
I give it to him like charity's the case
Tryna embarrass me's a mistake
I'll put him in the air and let gravity invade
Fix it in more, when he hit the floor, how can he escape?
My enemies talk behind my back
But they don't say nothing when they see me
I'll cock the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain't easy
I'm loopy like that
Some say I'm extremely
Dangerous, don't be courageous
You may just end up brainless
I'm in a black hoodie with black bottoms and black gloves
With some black creps, clutching a black snub
And you can catch slugs in your chest or your face
It all depends on the time and the place
And I'ma keep getting money 'til I reside in the grave
I'm the truth, I only lied in a case
But the judge still sent me inside of the cage
Where I stabbed some hench **** in the side of their face
It's '09, I ain't fighting with fists
See, my goons ain't shy with a knife or a stick
On bikes or in whips, I ain't trying to slip
I'm just tryna get rich by supplying the bricks
But I still kick off doors and fly in a crib
And I don't give a shit if I frighten your kids
9 To your wig, knife to your chick
I'm a gangster forever, pussy, know it's the life that I live
And the life that I'm living is hard
But I can't be broke, that's why I spent a couple years behind bars
But when I get out, this 6:45 I will step out
Gucci jumpsuit, Franck Muller on my left hand
And you can try and eat me, but let me warn you
There's one in the head that I'm ready to just let out
I don't mind bodying **** but I just want the cake
I can shot you a Q or a box for like 28
My enemies talk behind my back
But they don't say nothing when they see me
I'll cock the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain't easy
I'm loopy like that
Some say I'm extremely
Dangerous, don't be courageous
You may just end up brainless
Give me an O like I'm leading a cheer
I'll break it down, send it to the trap
Put some me in the air
I'm hard, I'm crap, tryna be a billionaire
Come on, the fact is Dot 'Em just raps it
Got a spiderweb trap, come on, get wrapped quick
I ain't violent, so I ain't wanted by Trident
But if you try it, I'll pull something and sky it
That's it, turn your head back like a lightie with a swag stick
Burn your head black when I light it, matchstick
Come on
I roll with the four plus I stretch, I'm Mr Fantastic
I'll move food out the scene on a mad tip
Round to the green to the east, I'm an aspirin
And I get the Ps out my cab did
My food probably moving round your team like tactics
It's just me being me, don't chat shit
War time, homie, more crime from me
How you real if you rolling with four or five phonies?
.45 Chromey, beam on the rooftop
Shoot, you'll be looking like a Beamer with its roof dropped
**** dreaming while they're walking on the road
Bro, you could be decent if you sorted out your flow
Now me? I mastered it
I'm due to be blowing up like I was suiciding in Gaza Strip
My enemies talk behind my back
But they don't say nothing when they see me
I'll cock the .45 back and let them pricks know I ain't easy
I'm loopy like that
Some say I'm extremely
Dangerous, don't be courageous
You may just end up brainless
Written by: RR

