Fallout
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Falloutは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2023年11月24日にMusique nomadeによりリリースされましたDisarranged
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。
BPM
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Violent Ground
Performer
Robbie G
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Allan Nabinacaboo
Songwriter
Christian Nabinacaboo
Songwriter
Victor Young
Composer
Robert Gruenbauer
Songwriter
歌詞
I been sleeping
Lying dormant but never dreaming
Woke with a feeling
I'm ready for war no peace keeping
I'm knee-deep in the land
Where they left my people bleeding
They see me alone in the zone
While I keep screaming
My voice is unknown
My soul roams in the catacombs
My dome is in the clouds
Mud flowing through my bones
My body is on that Violent Ground
It made the soldiers cold
Awaiting for that final sound
To let me know I'm home
But I can't get there yet, ain't dead
Better get up cuz we dropping the warhead
Feel the adrenaline fill the red that I shed
Not even the enemy could get me to repent
Gods or your God or the next
Caught in the crossfire
Sort of blessed
Lost in the gun fog
Brought the test
Nod when I'm gone but I will never rest
No, your intimidation doesn't impress me
Seen the disasters they direct to me
Stand on my own two soles heavily
I'm close to the end zone
It don't pressure me
So don't lecture me
Rest in peace to those who fold mentally
So it's meant to be
Foes to who step to me
Chose the best of me
Close the text because they count another dead!
Violent Ground
Robbie G.
Yeah
Fallout
Soul-searching I'm a grown person
Won't sell my soul yeah I'm no merchant
King of my own
I'm no servant
See through the lies of those serpents
Stay away from the death and destruction
If you don't know facts
The rest is assumption
The lies and the heresy cries of Cherokee
All the money in the world can't buy you the therapy
And it barely gonna help anyways
It's the self they degrade
With the belt that they felt and the welts on their face
No shelter is safe
The perpetrator we hopin' they go to hell in their grave
There's hell to be paid
That's the cost of retribution
When you treat people
Like they're less than human
The effects of the restitution
Catch wreck watch the execution
This right here's no political rap
Use fear to fight fear I be givin it back
See the fire in they heart like I lit up a match
Two eyes in the dark hear a sinister laugh
In the past where the memories are scary
A violent ground where your enemies are buried
Can't drown the pain with the Hennessy and Mary
The type of burden you should never need to carry
But you already know that so don't ask
Why the times is so bad it don't matter at all
When everybody feeling like their back against the wall
We know the pastor in the Vatican involved
I'm just rappin’ what I thought
And you don't gotta buy what I sell
I wouldn't tell you the truth just to lie to myself
Blowin smoke clouds gettin' high as hell
Cause they found another dead
Yeah
VG
Violent Ground
Nomadic
Yeah
Daily I wake up with images something horrific is coming
Out of the gutter the fire be burning the microphone changing no reason for jumping
Filling up with daydreams got to be a better me
And everything i'm nervous but never the more hungry
Feeling elevated no breaking apart tshiampi
Nekemashitshanan ndapuanan
But more deadly
Neyhay nass
Ain't nobody listening
I’m feeling like I’m a villain
Depending on how you look at it
Fuck it if I give a shit
Difficult when I’m into it
Getting into a deficit
Daily forgetting evidence
Hell no I never be falling out
It’s only the beginning of winning becoming a beast in the north
Feast your eyes on all the pain I caused
Nekepekuenan, nekepekuenautch
Now it’s only me in the darkness
And I feel like the devils a part of this
Draining away all my confidence
Now ain’t that a fucking coincidence
That I be living a life
Without anyone right beside me
With a knife behind me
Everynight with all lies given
I don’t really give a fuck
I’m still loving the adrenaline
Coming when I get pissed off
Been taking the lid off
Delivering my point
Middle finger to the law
Low blows to the ball
Everybody giving up
My people be like fuck stand up
Know what the knowledge is
There ain't no apologies
I know what the problem is
I be saying it daily till someone acknowledges
I know what my status is
Another dead
Written by: Allan Nabinacaboo, Christian Nabinacaboo, Robert Gruenbauer, Victor Young

