メロディック度
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アコースティック度
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ヴァランス
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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
Sunz of Man
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
K. Priest, H. Razah
Songwriter
歌詞
Welcome to the Hell Hole
Where ya only escape is to die
And the truth you believe, tell lies
To ya eyes
Competition I disintegrate, if you another wack one I hate you
I tie you down to a hot spiked table
You ain't able to stand still on ya own flat line
You traped behind the ?
Your mind is in the center of the Hell Hole
And I smell ya nose in my business
By the way tell Santa Claus, I mean Satan Claws
I wanna burn the devil up for Christmas
I need attention, parental discreation is advised
So the lies in my face, for eternity, life that is
A beach without water
I order all demons in the streets of insanity
To become what ya plan be, stand over criminology
In ya society, why die for dead presidents you everyday slave
Got reality for evidence
What attracts bodies like a magnet to graves in the ground
What goes up that don't come down
My flow is deep under water style, it will drown individuals
Each ritual of rhymes with jewels could send the smartest nerd back to school, I'm bad news
Verbally I abuse ya mental and we use ya brain as a mental
And tell my lyrics I sent you, spilt, spread
Throughout ya empty head is finished
Why should I beg, hope and pray, when I'm already promised a death day
I come unlimited with no gimmicks, ?and all mean?, I give you
No ideas to mimic, so many wannabes on tracks
Like they playas, chasin acts they couldn't kill it
Shit is real, can ya emotions really feel it
Livin in hell
Livin in hell
Livin it everyday
You either get bucked by steel
Diseases kill
And our peoples is passin away
Resurrected from the grounds of the devilish demons
Let me just assure you, that you're not even dreamin
Cuz this should be reality, ya negative metallic
Doin art, body parts, take a stroll to my gallery
Cuttin bodies open and I hang em by they veins
Play em like ? so they can entertain me
As I relax with some wine n' shit
Cuz there's somethin really wrong with my mind n' shit
**** be mad scared of the shit I be kickin
Quick to burn a motherfucka on the ?
I'm real, harder than steel, tougher than lether
And all that rough shit put together
Not the kinda **** that easy to kill
Cuz death after death is kinda hard to fulfill
I'm illa than a **** laid to rest
And if you still standin, then at the present point I'm commandin
All the fallen angels of the world to get ya
Better praise ya like ? God that the force be with ya
How should I do ya? Should I stick a knife through ya back
Ya wack, I'm ready to get ya jack for ya contract
Horror Days is every day, playin with ya dead
I scrape the skin off the head, and ya skull I get it cracked like that
As I wraped ya brain cells up like a mummy
Ya gotta make money, all the bitches fuck later
Eliminate **** like the Terminator
Attack of the perpetrators, beware of originators
Danger, begin in the air that you breathin
Schemin on me is like a real fat ass **** leanin on me
So back up off me, closed up in a coffin, and let ya cough it up
Out ya mouth, quit chokin off a razor blade, first of aids
Havin naked sex, go to hell with ya tech
Ya followin in it on the next **** dick step
Come ready, get ready, for the X to get wreck
Livin in hell
Livin in hell
Livin it everyday
You either get bucked by steel
Diseases kill
And our peoples is passin away
Greetings from hell, as I swell ya brain cells
The portal opens on the twelth gong of the church bell
Demons propell from the hole
Evil spirits in the Devil's control
Now penetrate ya soul
There's no way to escape
Ya must come face to face with the gates of Hades
Dominate ya mind state, Proverbs can't relate to the words
I been cursed at birth to a hell on Earth
People dyin around me, demons tryin to drown me
In death, devils keep bouncin on my chest
Can't catch my breath, so I gasp for air
Inhailin' poison pollutants in the atmosphere
Word is bond, this shit is like the Dawn of the Dead
The evil thought that be born in ya head
Yes
You shall dwell here for eternity
In the Hell Hole, In the Hell Hole
Motherfucka, you ain't comin out
Written by: K. Priest, H. Razah

