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。
BPM65
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Zombie Juice
Performer
The Underachievers
Performer
Antonio Lewis
Rap
Akeem Joseph
Rap
Marlon Fung
Rap
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Antonio Lewis
Songwriter
Akeem Joseph
Songwriter
Marlon Fung
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Issa Gold
Producer
Tyler Dopps
Mixing Engineer
Joe LaPorta
Mastering Engineer
歌詞
Let's go
Try to trap, we taking flizzy
Twist the total crack, no filly
Sip the do' we getting busy, Al my **** in here dizzy
I got **** that's gon' feel me
I got **** tryna kill me (ayy)
I got bitches tryna hit me (ayy)
I got snitches tryna get me
Yeah, if you gonna talk that shit
Better back that shit up or back up, bitch, like, yeah
We really 'bout that shit
Got goons in the back like Jim Crowe, bitch
Tripping off a slice like Kimbo is
Step into the light when I lift my wrist
I don't need a drive, she get my drift
Got into the ride then I took her wig, like, yeah
Flip the packets like the circus, pockets fat, I'm lit like circuits
Ain't no acting, close them curtains, turn her backwards then I curve her
We don't play, not on my turf
Rep the Dre, that's on my birth
Weapons sprayin' from my Third, watch 'em lay out on the curb (uh)
Blessings, (blessings), bless me, (bless me)
Losses, (losses), lessons (lessons)
Coffins, (coffins), legends, (legends), Father, (Father), bless us
Thoughts in my mind was finessing, I turned this shit to obsession
They gon' remember my essence, uh
Still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah
Try to trap, we taking flizzy
Twist the total crack, no filly
Sip the do' we getting busy, all my **** in here dizzy
I got **** that's gon' feel me, I got **** tryna kill me
I got bitches tryna hit me, I got snitches tryna get me
I asked how she's doing, she told me she miss it
I see what that dick did, it got her addicted
I'm lit off that trippy, she trip how I'm living
This God in his image, I speak it, I meant it
My circle's so small like a dot on his head
He plot on the gang then it's off with his leg
Half on a sack on some blow
If I'm here for the night she gon' treesh on the low, okay
I'm in Dior, that's head to my toes
She bust it open, that's hands on her toes
She got a ring, squeeze one of her toes
Got two of her fingers, got one in her nose
Heard your little diss, bitch, nobody know you
I'm a real demon, ain't nobody told you
Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it (Like a thief in the night, won't nobody know it)
Said she like my necklace, started relaxing
When I'm off three drugs like a chain reaction
Everybody in the gang sound the same, what happened?
How you copied all the drip but you calling it fashion?
This ain't content, baby, this my life, you wildin'
Put the phone down, baby, I don't need no stylist
If we gotta get the clips y'all don't feel no malice
Still claim my hood 'cause she know I'm valid, like
Blessings, (blessings), bless me, (bless me)
Losses, (losses), lessons (lessons)
Coffins, (coffins), legends, (legends), Father, (Father), bless us
Thoughts in my mind was finessing, I turned this shit to obsession
They gon' remember my essence, still move in silence like Tesla, uh, yeah (let's go)
Try to trap, we taking flizzy
Twist the total crack, no filly
Sip the do' we getting busy
All my **** in here dizzy, I got **** that's gon' feel me
I got **** tryna kill me, I got bitches tryna hit me
I got snitches tryna get me
Try to trap, we taking flizzy
Twist the total crack, no filly
Sip the do' we getting busy All my **** in here dizzy
I got **** that's gon' feel me, I got **** tryna kill me
I got bitches tryna hit me, I got snitches tryna get me
Gassing up like Texaco
We flipped the script and let it go (uh-huh)
I don't mix with petty hoes (let's go)
We dodging those, won't even stroke (let's go)
Wrist be steady whippin', taxi speeding
Swear this shit my flow
Set be heavy, cop baguettes
Glisten like we wear the boat
She called me her number one, hit her with that double shrug
Juice the King, I'm Prince of Love
I think they shoot like Loaded Lux
We finesse, no super law, free Thugga Thugga off the jump (let's go)
Luka how I come in clutch
I'm stepping back, he folding up (let's go)
Step in the flesh
**** see me, watch 'em shrink
Ain't a test, what I rep, throw it up in every flick
We been legends off the rip (uh-huh)
Took a brick to load the grip (uh-huh)
Now we booming, **** zoomin' (whoa, whoa)
Hitting targets, busting flips (what? Let's go, let's go)
Written by: Akeem Joseph, Antonio Lewis, Marlon Fung

