Reactは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として1998年6月2日にDef Jam RecordingsによりリリースされましたShut 'Em Down
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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。
歌詞
Hey, Richie, you are the best goalie ever!
"Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188"
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
It got me shootin' at a ghost cause it looked alive
To cloak, any no leaks in gunsmoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck, toast to def notes
TEC blows, I only put a hole in your leg so…
("Ladies and gentlemen—")
It's going on right now
Afficial Nast' don't be playin' around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snap shots like you posin'
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin on Sonsee's not in the day
All the **** in my zone, my close affiliates
Be rippin' and illin', adrenaline spillin' and killin' shit
(Yeah) Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Throw ya gats)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (React)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (What?)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Yeah, yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (What?)
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit em with the Glock he caught a state of shock
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
Twenty-two shots of bodily harm
Goodbye to your legs, goodbye to arms, goodbye to your moms
The shit'll happen so fast, the gat blast, left his brains on a glass in a dash
I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
Son, them crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine
Fuck him, he didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin' sayin' it was 50
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Throw ya gats)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (React)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react
(Uh, uh, what, whaaat)
Fuck the rap skit, X in the drug complex
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain, **** money's got my gold chain thicker
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame ****
From coast to coast, I keep the toast
My weekly gross leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo, you heartless
Your heart pump piss regardless if you a thug or rap artist
(Uhhhhh!) I seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the Glock, I'm 'bout to join Biggie and Pac
And you comin' like it or not
Get off me! Let me go, don't hold me back
Where my real thugs at? Baby, throw your gat!
Sticky Fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (What, what? Yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got (Uh-huh)
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (React)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Throw ya gats)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (React)
Killin' it (Kill it in the club! What? What?)
Killin' it
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (What, what, what?)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (Uh, yeah)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw ya gats (Afficial Nast')
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what ya got (Yeah)
Big cats in the back, get rocked what, react (Onyx)
Killin' it
"Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188"
(React!)
Word up, yo
Afficial Nast', Gangreen, Onyx
We move with the many crews
We let you know right now
We shuttin' shit down
'98, word up, get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up, what?
Bring yo' shit to the club
Bring yo' heat to the street
Afficial Nast', shuttin' shit down, what?
"Ladies and gentlemen!
Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188"
Written by: B. Sandlin, Fred Scruggs, Stephen Anderson, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor

