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。
BPM96
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Husalah
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
James Ratliff
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lloyd Omadhebo
Producer
歌詞
Lil' bruh this shit crazy. What happened though?
What happened? You feel me? What's goin' on?
You know what I’m talkin' bout?
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
B-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B
It's young Husalah, Husalah, see me dippin' again
In ya face, oh yeah my friend
So mothafuckin' clean in my mothafuckin' big body
And I drop the top and let it yoke, wit' that long wit' the folding stock
Bitch ass **** will dip when I come through
'Cause these **** kick they selves in they own ass when they run through
Fuckin' wit' a **** like me, I couldn't give a shit
And I came through wit' that nana, that nana dick (wit' the hundred dick)
Thirty dick, hundred dick, back to back, on yo' ass
I don't give a shit ****, every day hella gas
Keep on pushin, and keep on yokin'
It's the mothafuckin' MOB bitch
It's the mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
B-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
They say Husalah would you please stop beastin'
I couldn't give a shit, I keep goin' for no reason
I really don't give a shit like Short back in the day
Bitch I don't stop rappin' and I will get mainey on yo' bitch ass
I come through wit' that clip fast
And get to knockin' at yo' ass **** til' you dead in this mothafucka
Fuckin' wit a young **** like me
It's the mothafuckin' M-O bitch, mothafucka mothafuckin'
B-O-B, bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B, M-O-B
I drive about a hundred almost a hour, in my shit
30 thang but he bust like a hundred dick
I drive about a hundred miles per hour, in my shit
30 thang but he bust like a hundred dick
Bitch I couldn't give a shit, what the fuck? What the fuck?
Bitch I couldn't give a shit, listen bitch, listen up
I will smack yo' mothafuckin' molar out yo mouth
Cause I couldn't give a shit it's the MOB in yo house
Once a-mothafuckin'gain, the paint so wet
The bitches catch diabetes, the paint so wet
I keep on yokin', I keep on dippin'
A 30 thang, 30 thang
Bustin' like a, Bustin' like a hundred dick
Man that, bro that thang, bro that's doin' a hundred
I don't even care, I don't even know what the fuck is goin' on right now
All I know is it's mainey and **** I'ma slap the shit out yo' bitch ass
**** M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O bitch, mothafuckin' mothafuckin'
M-O-B, M-O-B
Hold on cuddy just let me come back in wit' this shit you feel me
I don't even know
Once a-mothafuckin'gain it's young Hus and you know I had to come back
Gassin' fo' yo' ass, mothafuck, what the fuck was that?
Bitch ass **** runnin' they mouth, I got this hundred thang
Couldn't give a shit about this shit I'm still gunnin' mane
Once a-mothafuckin'gain, back in yo' face
You see me in my Chev', wit' so much space
Yo' mama sayin' man, yo' mama sayin' man
Could you please tell that man to turn the slap down?
And I kept yokin' in her face, I couldn't give a shit
Ugly bitch, what the fuck is goin' on?
Um shit it's 30 dick, sittin' in my lap
As I slap my shit, a long light
Hit the gas, burn rubber
Left some marks on the front on the driveway, couldn't...
Matter fact, whoo that was slap though, I ain't gon' lie
That thang was, I was ready to keep goin' cuddy
Written by: James Ratliff

