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。
BPM76
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dizzee Rascal
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Salva
Songwriter
Dylan Mills
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dizzee Rascal
Mixing Engineer, Additional Producer, Vocal Producer
Colin Brain
Assistant Engineer, Assistant Recording Engineer
Salva
Producer
Jake Gordon
Mixing Engineer
Mike Marsh
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
[Verse 2]
Space, space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space
(Discovery, go at throttle up")
[Verse 3]
Rip up and ravage, make it a habit for damage
Whole lotta baggage, you will not manage, I'm the full package
Why do they talk like I am not established?
That is so callous, they are the saddest
Why are they so full of malice? Making up fallacies
I'm in my palace blazing up the chalice with Alice
'Cause I'm a gyalist and I'm the baddest, it's not a travesty
Call me "Your Majesty," sometimes it feels like world's on my phallus
Push out my chest and I big up my status
Where's all the trappers? Where's all the clappers?
I am not shaken, no need for maracas
Or apparatus, put in the work and spend money on motors and slappers
Why are we frontin' like it even matters?
Why do they make me feel guilty for gettin' this money like my soul's in tatters?
Sittin' here tryna realign my chakras
Driving me crackers, you bloody spackers should get off my knackers
Give me the gas and the matches
I've been through hell and I swallowed the ashes
Running this ting for so long as it happens, I'm knackered
[Verse 4]
All of my enemies broken and shattered
Sprinkling hate, they're all over the shop and they're scattered
Chatting my name till this day and I'm flattered, I am not easily rattled
Don't follow the cattle, so quiet your chatter or you will get battered
Can't find enough time to dine on these rappers
All of these MCs are looking like tapas
Fuck all the swine and their bodily gases
Roll with the rastas, Babylon's calling me, nobody's fooling me
I do not roll with the masses, but big up the Junglist massive
I am not timid and I am not passive
Messing with me? You must be on some acid
Don't want the racket, I will get erratic
All my problems disappear like it's magic
It'll be tragic
[Verse 5]
Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
Space, space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space
Yeah, uh
[Verse 6]
Don't pet or pander, leave 'em hanging
I'll be damned, man to man
Hit him with an open hand, release the anger
WorldStar, you could get dealt with on camera
Understand my grammar, I don't stutter, lisp or stammer
Watch me blaze the beat, I must admit it hit just like a hammer
It's a banger for the mandem on the street and in the slammer
Bang your doors, bang your doors for the cause
Breaking laws, breaking jaws, open paws
Poker board, taking scores, and be sure
Never let a bredda get one over yours
Never put money over whores, maybe or it's crazy flawed
It's a myth, life's a gift, made me pause
Catch my drift, smoke a spliff and get in them draws
[Verse 7]
Paid the cost to be the boss, ball and floss
Jesus died, he nailed himself into the cross
Still couldn't please these backwards shit cunts, why would I take a loss?
Giving a toss, know your worth, hold your turf, fuck the earth, and shake it off
Breddas on my line talkin' 'bout, "Yo, Raskit, break me off"
They’re wafer soft, I'm taking off
[Verse 8]
Ain't no point in playin' it safe
Gotta know your role, better state your case
When it all falls down better know your place
Just gimme three feet and an ounce of
Space, space, space
Space, you should wanna embrace
Space, space, space
Written by: Dylan Mills, Salva

