Things
15,478
Hip-Hop/Rap
Thingsは、アルバム『 』の一部として2022年6月26日にtriniti music groupによりリリースされましたThe Sun Sets in the West
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。
BPM95
クレジット
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Bryce Mills
Songwriter
Duane Christmas
Songwriter
Daniel Jordan
Songwriter
歌詞
The whole album has a clear, crisp sound, and a new sheen of consummate professionalism that really gives the songs a big boost
Y’all wanna be Puff but you’re puffing on pipe dreams
That’s why I couldn’t vibe with mother fuckers that buy streams
Emulating dudes promoting designer brands
Reminiscing ‘bout your days doling shit by the gram
And I don’t got a speck of respect or remorse
For these rappers getting checked tryna flex on the poor
Rocking Cuban Links at Walmart like you in your city
As if you had something to prove now they doing you shitty
Pursuit of material things commodified your existence
Exploiting communities like homicide is your business
Then making yourself the product that the masses consume
Pose with Tiffany blood diamonds show your ass to the room
What’s a seat at the table in a circle of evil?
Y’all think I’m unstable but your virtue’s deceitful
Shout out to Noname and the work that she’s doing
Invested in helping folks not immersed in these units
My fave rapper’s on Twitter selling NFTs
Some conscious bullshitters dwelling dead to me
I imploded the pedestals when Mike said he’s a landlord
They capitalize ideals they’re pretending to stand for
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
Man, they gotta be playing
I gotta' be saiyan the way I gotta' body 'em praying
The hottest of all of the Mayans
God of all of these things
Put it there for lot of reasons, one is to not be the blame
If I can rebrand a human lottery game
And if all of the dollars and change didn't matter today
What would you have in your way separating time and space
I hold on to my ganja, its the only possession with me when passing away
I put my ass in the flame, for you throw ash on my name
I am a lion untamed
Haile Selassie in faith
The deplorable metaphorical walking in circles while I'm talking in parables
And I look like Urkel
Now dont make me hurt you
You dont deserve to have things
Putcha' hands parallel
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
Fuck all this materialism
Guns drawn and you clearly don’t listen
Run off and you’ll merely go missing
Tough talk but your jewelry was lifted
ALLEN: Hey, Halberstram?
BATEMAN: Yes, Allen?
ALLEN: Why are there copies of the Style section all over the place? Do you... Do you have a dog? A little chow or something?
BATEMAN: No, Allen
ALLEN: Is that a raincoat?
BATEMAN: Yes, it is. In '87, Huey released this; Fore!, their most accomplished album. I think their undisputed masterpiece is "Hip To Be Square". A song so catchy, most people probably don't listen to the lyrics. But they should, because it's not just about the pleasures of conformity and the importance of trends. It's also a personal statement about the band itself. Hey, Paul!
Bateman murders Allen with an axe
BATEMAN: Try getting a reservation at Dorsia now, you fuckin' stupid bastard!
And I gotta call out these clowns colonizing the scene
Hip-hop opportunists just got their eyes on the green
Getting their cross over market, harmonizing then leave
Switching genres without even modifying the scheme
From Miley to MGK to G-Eazy now Jack
Got his Black crew to carry him to prevent creasing his slacks
Them fancy suits can’t tidy up the greasiest sack
And I don’t care about collabs so I ain’t keeping shit back
I’m sick of white rappers that advocate gun control
Then go back to their mansions imaginations in tow
Why the fuck y’all rapping? You don’t have shit you can say
Weak ass industry plants without water wither away
When them writers and engineers that elevated your sound
Take flight and then disappear I’ll celebrate when you drown
‘Cause you made it about the money, and the threads, and the hoes
Content as vacant as the room when they left you alone
Written by: Bryce Mills, Daniel Jordan, Duane Christmas

