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。
BPM84
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Nas
Performer
Rose Marie Tan
Additional Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Nas
Songwriter
Matthew Burnett
Composer
Jordan Evans
Composer
Nasir Jones
Composer
Matthew Jehu Samuels
Composer
Jamaal Sublett
Composer
Kevin Seconds
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Boi-1da
Producer
Brian Sumner
Recording Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Chris Galland
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Matthew Burnett
Additional Producer
Gabriel "G-Code" Zardes
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jordan Evans
Additional Producer
Del Bowers
Assistant Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Verse 1]
It's like a cold story repeated over and over
In the winters of my mind, yeah
This shit be real, man
Shit's crazy out here
Yo, yo, yo, what up, y'all?
That's my **** over there, word
[Verse 2]
If you scared to take chances you'll never have the answers
I could tell the future of a dude how his stance is
Wonder will he shoot then you should study where his hands is
Is he gon' cock it and pop it? His waistband big
But he don't have that thing in him, slangin' just ain't in him
Body language is off, he's soft
But soft **** all a sudden start dumpin', frontin'
'Cause he feel a way, my **** say the eyes is a giveaway
[Verse 3]
One look could tell me if you really came to kill me
Be the quiet **** lookin' lame with the milli'
Who that over there creepin'? Who homie by the tree?
Better safe than sorry, look at P-noid me
Few machine guns close, we could squeeze all three
Be a cold day in Hell 'fore they creep on me
It's a lesson every premonition
Lot of **** killed 'cause they wasn't payin' attention, listen
[Verse 4]
I want a bitch I can trust, some **** I can trust
Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
Damn, my ****, trust, I can never get enough
Of Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you ****' true colors becomin' clear more
[Verse 5]
It's been so long, can't remember how we begun this war
This is a everlasting thunderstorm 'cause guns went off
I see your moms, she still speak
She don't know I ain't cool with her son no more
It's old shit, see forever we holdin' this grudge
Takes real men to squash beef, end it with hugs
We buried out dead, been years, why should I worry 'bout him?
Constantly watchin' my back, plus **** tellin' I dread
[Verse 6]
Another day I put a family in black
Though I be calm and relaxed
Though I know somehow it will come back
Even if I'm in the right 'cause still a life is a life
What was it worth to see you covered in dirt?
It's quite redundant, whether you the hunter or the hunted
Mothers cry, no statute of limitation on a homicide
Just tattoos of my ****' names
I wonder, will it change? Let's ride
[Verse 7]
I want a bitch I can trust, some **** I can trust
Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
Damn, my ****, trust, I can never get enough
Of Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you ****' true colors becomin' clear more
[Verse 8]
It's rare I listen to **** who never been in my position
A caterpillar can't relate to what an eagle envisions
From the mind of a man who went at it with killers
Sit down, little man, let me school you in hood business
Seen a lot of **** blow, lot of dreams folded
Some wasn't humble, ate too much, got bloated
Ain't too much left to buy, bought it, I'm loaded I guess
Lear jets, I ask myself, do I need love or success?
[Verse 9]
They say the artist that truly suffers, his stuff is the best
'Cause his heart bleed on his sleeve, pain, pistols and sex
Remember spray paintin' the word fresh and then starin' at it
Older folks angry, pointin', swearin' at it
Buildings I sprayed, nowadays drive the McLaren past it
Same old man from years ago told me life is short
So from infant to geriatric, trust your own judgement
Live with it and love it
[Verse 10]
I want a bitch I can trust, some **** I can trust
Accountants lookin' over my figures I can trust
A lawyer that's fightin' for my decisions I can trust
Damn, my ****, trust, I can never get enough
Of Rugers I can trust, shooters I can trust
Goons that know how to spot out a Judas I can trust
And if I can't trust you, the fuck is you here for?
Some of you ****' true colors becomin' clear more
Written by: Boi 1da, Jamaal Sublett, Jordan Evans, Matthew Burnett, Nas

