Clap Backは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2003年1月1日にI.G. Records, Inc./Universal RecordsによりリリースされましたBlood in My Eye
BPM96
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
[Intro]
I'd like to welcome all my **** to the world famous Murda Inc. Show
They call me the Mighty Rule, how ya living?
This real **** we talking
I wanna ask all my gangsta **** a real question (Holla back)
What do you do when **** spit at you?
[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
[Verse 1]
What they hollerin' about Rule, ****, here's the real
I'll **** ya top like champagne bottles to chill
With nothing but ice, now I'll send it up to the greatest
To tell 'em I'm nice too, plus push some nice coupes
The Inc. roll like deuce, man, I'm OG Bobby J
And we **** soccer fields of ****
They don't respect that, don't get your mind around me
Get it pushed back, y'all don't want that
I send 'em to the morgue while keepin' my **** bouncin' for sure
In the club with no ****, got 'em taking it off
Can't help that, I'm the **** that puts it down
Once I hit that, that's it, I'm up in the mind, maxin' them
Holdin' the throwback, West, 44, Lakers
Let's make no mistakes when these F's take place
What's the procedure with a **** in your face when you got one in your waist?
Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'
[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
[Verse 2]
The Rule be in the club, rude **** poppin' the bubbly
When **** get ugly, I hug the **** closely
But usually used to seein' your ****
Dancin' on some freak ****, trying to ride my ****
I can handle it long as they manage
To get they ass in front of my **** and dance to BIG's "One More Chance"
I'm catching hate from a glance, but I'm a giant
These **** is mere ants, I'll stomp 'em out with a shank
Give **** the back hand, this pimp ****, it's not realistic
Your game is helpless, let's not get it twisted
I'm young, Black, and gifted, but still at the bottom
And stuck somewhere between Gomorrah and Saddam
I'm here to make this rap **** hotter than Harlem
**** the dog, we werewolves is out on the prowl
What's the procedure when you got a **** on you face when you got one in your waist?
Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'
[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
[Verse 3]
Like Bush and Saddam, I'm a find out
Where Em Laden's hiding and bomb him first
It could be much worse, I could be hotter than your scrubs
Mask and gloves, **** hot to burn that **** up
I'd rather be bossed up with a bunch of broads
The preacher's daughter screaming out, "**** the Lord!"
I may have struck a chord with the ****
But y'all got the freakiest **** out of all the religions
And God gave me his blessing to handle my business
All these wanksta snitches, let the nina blow kisses
If she somehow misses, he gon' meet the mistress
And **** that boy like Birdman and Clipse
I got these **** all over my **** like hoes
I'm the star at these shows, I must be as hot as they come
What's the procedure with a **** in your face when you got one in your waist?
Let's **** back, ****, air out the space (C'mon), we gon'
[Chorus]
Clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back
We gon' clap back, we gon' clap back (Let's take 'em to war)
[Outro]
Yeah, my **** 'Zino in this **** (That's how we do it, know what I mean?)
Buck '89, what's up, baby? I see you (Bust it down, ****, break 'em down)
Bringin' birds in the **** house
It's not a game no more (Queens in this **** )
You know, all my Jersey **** (All my Boston ****)
All my Brooklyn ****, Brooklyn, sir, what up?
Haha, yeah, holla at me, man
Written by: Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Scott Storch


