MAYHEM
2,429
Hip-Hop
MAYHEMは、アルバム『 』の一部として2025年2月7日にFTD / Momentum Entertainment, LLCによりリリースされましたMAYHEM - Single
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。
BPM116
ミュージックビデオ
ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dave East
Vocals
Ransom
Vocals
22Gz
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
David Brewster
Songwriter
Randy Nicholls
Songwriter
Jeffrey Alexander
Songwriter
Tivon Key
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
V Don
Producer
David Strauss
Mixing Engineer
歌詞
[Intro]
It's the final call
Shit is horrifying
Haunting
[Verse 1]
It's nothin' less than fifty clips when we hunt (Blatt)
And we can make a scene if that's what he want (Yeah)
Don't mean to intervene, pull up in his dream
Nightmares, then this shit'll get done (Yes)
Hit his mama with the tip of the gun (Baow)
'Cause there's no honor in the city I'm from
Pity we dumb 'cause we known to flip out in public
And that's no publicity stunt (Yeah)
Keep it real 'cause it's too risky to front (Front)
You feelin' frisky, then jump (Blaow)
Dirty hitters bury thirty **** in the dirt
'Cause them **** itchy to dump (Yes)
We are not comparin' Diddy to Trump (Nah)
Neighbors hearin' all the Biggie I bump (Uh)
Is he the one? (One)
With the reaper, playin' hide and seek, and find his kids in the trunk (Yeah)
You are not men of respect, you can send your regrets
Don't pretend that you blessed, you'll get ten in your chest (Rrah)
Send them people at your friend, no arrest (Yeah)
You was reachin' when they sent you the sketch (I see)
Now you tweakin' when they mention the press (Damn)
We the reason for your tension and stress (Why?)
We ain't even 'til you bleedin' 'cause you know redemption is left
Yeah, yeah
I don't really pay attention to threats (Nah)
Dentin' your flesh (Yeah)
I don't gotta say another word when the sentence is death
[Instrumental]
Thirty in the blicky, can't conceal it, it's gon' stick out
Push the wrong button, now my shooters tryna flip out (Boom, boom)
Pull up, hit a opp and then go lay low at his bitch house
I'ma dig her ribs out for the low then blow his wig out (Boom, boom)
Kidnap a opper, we tryna hold that boy for ransom (Uh-huh)
Money and power, we sippin' D'ussé or the Branson (Power)
Bodies be droppin', my 'ooters be flockin'
Do drills in Versace, a blick at your posse, they hate, but they copy (Boom, boom)
I done seen a snitch tryna talk 'bout Tekashi
Man down, broad day, caught him eatin' hibachi
Brooklyn, screamin', "R.I.P. to B.I.G."
My **** be actin' like they don't know where I be (Boom, boom)
Headshot, they gon' need the fam' to come ID
All that dissin' on the 'net, we tryna kill him on IG
Probably go out with my blicky, keep it on me in my sleep
Paramedics better rush him, try to get him some IV (Boom, boom)
Spinnin' in the Trackhawk Jeep, three deep (Skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Caught him at the light, now he six feet sleep (Boom, boom)
Silencer attached, you won't even hear a peep (Pew)
Man down, flatline, shit won't even beep (Boom, boom)
Shit won't even beep
Flatline, man down, shit won't even beep (Brrt)
Uno
[Verse 2]
I'm the one, never the two, whatever the mood
I'm better than him and them, and I'm better than you
Whatever I do, gotta make a bet 'fore you shoot
A model is cool, I'm good with a regular boo (Chillin')
He ain't know how to swim, found him dead in the pool
Or left in the river with the heaviest shoe (Heavy)
Rappers be gettin' offended, I be very amused (Ha)
Just either stay out the way or end up dead on the news (Dead)
Tellin', nah, never, I was poppin' regular blues (Perkies)
Labels plantations, don't hang your head in that noose (Slave)
Any other area moves
Out of town money, feelin' like I never could lose (Never)
Pulled up, big truck, had the deli confused (Skrrt)
Like, where the fuck you get them wheels from? (Where?)
I ain't givin' nothin' out, but we could build somethin' (Build)
Barbra Streisand in the kitchen, bunch of bills comin' (Uh)
Why the fuck you think I had to touch a meal, cousin? (Why the fuck?)
I'm just tryna give 'em somethin' they could feel, cousin (Somethin' they could feel)
They compare to the greats like I'm in eras (In)
From The Dirt on the way, whole king special (Rollie)
Gram special for the smokers on the graveyard (Uh)
If you ain't got that whole dime, give me eight, dog
Hold ya man for ransom with a .22 (Ah)
Bentley couple royal blue like a penny shoot (Ah)
Written by: David Brewster, Jeffrey Alexander, Randy Nicholls, Tivon Key


