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。
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COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Quintarus Robinson
Songwriter
歌詞
Thought I wouldn’t win, now look at their faces
I got them pissed, now they can’t say shit
Now look, a b*tch can’t get any favors
I only chase paper and y’all do not favor
Dressed in designer, my labels the latest
If you throw dirt to shine then we’re making you famous
F*ck all your love, we know that you’re faking
F*ck all that love, I want you to hate me
I’m out my body
They done got me started
Young **** balling I’m all-in
Racks on me
Now anything that I want, I bet I cop it
Everybody trying to clone me and they copy
I set the bar and they’re mad they can’t top it
Your jealousy made me the topic
Don’t make me aim where you’re at
Those **** ain’t where we at
Gone have to live what you’re singing in them raps
If he’s lame and he’s cap
Leave his brain in his lap
If we ain’t cool then play it like that
We ain’t no fool, you hate I’m the man
Stop holding on to things in the past
It ain’t my fault, you can’t blame me you’re whack
Look like it’s close til you check the stats
Look like my clothes til you check the tags
They’re looking like hoes, better not brag
If I look she gone go if I hit her back
Now she wants to wine dine in public
Told her I ain’t got time girl I’m hustlin
Now she wants to keep frowning for something
F*ck you, you wouldn’t be around here for nothing
I came from the field and the jungle
That’s why the real feel all my struggle
I keep dripping I should get a plumber
The room litty if I lift my arm up
Want to join SQ let me see you hustle
Let me see can the general trust you
Promise me you won’t steal from your brother
Had some **** I’ll kill, I told I love them
Thought I wouldn’t win, now look at their faces
I got them pissed, now they can’t say shit
Now look, a b*tch can’t get any favors
I only chase paper and y’all do not favor
Dressed in designer, my labels the latest
If you throw dirt to shine then we’re making you famous
F*ck all your love, we know that you’re faking
F*ck all that love, I want you to hate me
I’m out my body
They done got me started
Young **** balling I’m all-in
Racks on me
Now anything that I want, I bet I cop it
Everybody trying to clone me and they copy
I set the bar and they’re mad they can’t top it
Your jealousy made me the topic
This was on purpose dawg, this ain’t no magic
I made it urgent that I got to have it
Knew I didn’t serve them, that ain’t how it’s handled
Knew I deserved it but had to demand it
Too fly for earth, out of place on this planet
Been the man since birth, you would think that I planned it
When I was hurting I knew I couldn’t go and panic
F*ck what you heard man they didn’t understand me
Young **** been the topic
Getting to the racks, can’t nobody guard me
But he barely raps, how he keep on coppin’
I think he trap but we just ain’t really caught him
Too much drip, somebody fix the faucet
Got your b*tch and the whip both topless
Diamonds like TVs no cable
That’s why I told these **** don’t watch me
Money talk why you over there arguing
Broke **** sport, boy you need a sponsor
SQ again f*ckin up the party
They in all camo lookin like the army
Told my **** that this was our season
Let them throw salt, that makes me more seasoned
Want attention then pay for a feature
I don’t feel you but you got to stop reaching
Thought I wouldn’t win, now look at their faces
I got them pissed, now they can’t say shit
Now look, a b*tch can’t get any favors
I only chase paper and y’all do not favor
Dressed in designer, my labels the latest
If you throw dirt to shine then we’re making you famous
F*ck all your love, we know that you’re faking
F*ck all that love, I want you to hate me
I’m out my body
They done got me started
Young **** balling I’m all-in
Racks on me
Now anything that I want, I bet I cop it
Everybody trying to clone me and they copy
I set the bar and they’re mad they can’t top it
Your jealousy made me the topic
Written by: Quintarus Robinson

