Collateralは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2021年4月5日にMomentum Entertainment, LLCによりリリースされましたCrime Scenes
BPM83
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
Let me take y'all on a little tour real quick
Walk with me
You see that stove there? That's where I would get it on
The same stove my mom was cookin' Thanksgiving dinner on
The same oven that when the heat was off, that shit was on
When the burners ain't work, we lit
A tissue to click it on (Real shit)
What you know about havin' shootouts with six troopers?
Tried to search the vehicle, had a brick and some bitch Uber (Uh-huh)
**** singin', but I kept somethin' heavy to lift Luther
Beat the case, a couple lawyers, two jewels like Smith-Schuster (Woo)
I'm not your homie, I don't know y'all
Don't wanna hear your stories 'bout your plug duckin' the coast guard
My shooters on the bench, just pray to God that they don't start
"Ren, you should be a actor", I was in front the parole board
Now I'm Maudie from Ozark, obtainin' wealth (Wealth)
I used to piss on the floor when they was raidin' cells (Fuck 'em)
My brother was worse than me 'cause he was raised in jail (Hard)
Mama gave birth to demons, now she raisin' hell
Know you feel the pain as well, weight is off, blame the scale (Yeah)
Got **** rollin' in deep, but nah, this ain't Adele
Stay the course, plain as braille, fade
Of heart, save your tales (Let's go)
I brought the SIG on stage like I was Dave Chappelle (Blah)
And I aim it well, they ain't have to live this grind (Nah)
We used to fight at the table when it was dinner time
Now my drink gotta twist a lime, who you **** foolin'? (Who?)
'Cause we ain't got a bit of time
You didn't run with us, but now you here at the finish line
I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it
I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit
I told you I would get it lit
I told **** I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'
Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)
Wow
When the money low, the pressure of the blood high (Woo)
I used to want the white Mercedes Bug-Eye (I did)
Got it out the mud, made the doves fly (Brr)
Ain't no pain like when the plug die (Woo)
Big homie told me, "Don't you let 'em owe you one dime" (Never)
Usain Bolt it, my ****, run mine (Sprint it to me)
You know we get busy in the sunshine
You know I'm sendin' MF DOOM to do the gunfire (Brrah)
Untied it, the bricks came gift-wrapped
Of course I hit it with the wip-wap, the footprint packed
This that made it happen where nobody ever made it happen at
They lightin' candles where they caught 'em lackin' at
Back when we was rockin' Avirexes with the jacket patch
Had it stuffed in the mattress, flip it like a acrobat
On the second floor, water whippin' Cracker Jack
Brought the glass down to they ass like the Shaq Attack (Woo)
I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it
I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit
I told you I would get it lit
I told **** I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'
Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)
Yo, yo, I was young, fresh as hell
I would fiend over sex and nails, **** catchin' shells
From guns heavy as kettlebells
I rose to the risk from a ghetto where you expect to fail
Goals to get rich but move so low they could never tell
Was fear comin' up, this for them times we cried tears, wasn't love
They watched us starve but wouldn't share with none of us (Yeah)
Bossed up and made it hard for them to hear from one of us
So hard that these **** couldn't even ear hustle us (Woo)
I get hate from the ones who ain't
Put the work in, so now they mad at me
My wins ain't addin' up to these ****, it's simple math to me
What separates the boss from the workers is they salary
What separates the winners from losers is they strategy (Facts)
It's feelin' like the new Jim Crow
They put a man in the system, take all
His rights, then refuse his vote (Come on)
Them teachers had y'all sleep
Take your money, buy the block back and turn that
Bitch to the new black Wall Street (Motherfucker)
I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it
I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit
I told you I would get it lit
I told **** I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'
Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)
I told **** I would get a brick, then went and got a brick
I told **** I would get a brick and went in and got it
I told **** I would get it lit, then I got it lit
I told you I would get it lit
I told **** I was gonna get the big body
Then I swerved up in the big body (Big body)
I told my shooter if we miss 'em, we gon'
Spin around again (Brrt, baow, baow)
Written by: Randy Nicholls
