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。
BPM68
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Hopsin
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Marcus Hopson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Hopsin
Producer
歌詞
Tell em all what I came to do (Kill)
One word that explains the truth (Real)
Bang out till your brain is loose
All your little fun filled days are through
Remember that I'm like this thanks to you
First of I'm a little psycho, I know
Dumb like a mentally retarded kid
I ain't got no friends, no ends to my stress
So I chill in the dark and shit
With a rifle and bomb, knife in my palm
Thinking about the motherfucking liars I'mma harm
Swing at me then I'm slicing your arm
Then make you videotape me piping your mom
Ruthless!
Deceitful lies, listen up, you don't want beef to rise
I really wanna murder [Tomica Wright]
I'm thinking of taking her out for a pizza slice
Then tie her ass up and then beat the life
Out her god damn skull till she bleeds and cries
The whole fucking time she was screaming "Why?"
Fuck you bitch, don't be surprised!
Time after time you told me that my album would drop
It was all bullshit, then the day that it finally did
Bitch how come it flopped?
It's Ruthless baby for sho
I'm tryna make me some dough
Get off your ass and make a motherfucking marketing plan
And then maybe I'll blow
But NO!
You wanna be a little bitch about it
Thought that I would never do shit about it
You made a contract with a twist around it
So I could never, ever, ever get up out it
No outlet so I'm pissed about it
I'd be really dumb if I just allowed it
Watch your back, you might get surrounded!
Bang, bang, bang you hit the ground!
... Then
Tell em all what I came to do (Kill)
One word that explains the truth (Real)
Bang out till your brain is loose
All your little fun filled days are through
Remember that I'm like this thanks to you
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Kill her, kill her!
Kill her, kill her!
Listen up, don't you ever hate me
Cause I'm a blow up like a bomb when I'm detonated
See, you be tripping like a ****
That's walking with his shoes untied
Best believe I'ma set it straight
Tie a rope around both of your legs, then hook 'em to 2 cars
And drive till they separate
Now your soul's in the sky, try to levitate
Bitch you gon' live life in a better place
You done fucked me once, you done fucked me TWICE
Having me begging to drop must be NICE
Look at Eazy-E's lovely WIFE
Maybe the reason is my ugly EYES
I be the illest when I crush these MICS
But it never occurred that I must be WHITE
You're the reason I say "fuck my LIFE"
I hate you bitch, it's a must we FIGHT!
Everybody keep on running around and asking
What do [Tomica] be doing with her time
I don't really know though
I just keep a low-pro, cause I'm mad with the contract I signed
I was so happy at first, then it turned to a curse
How'd it happen to me?
That's the question
I could not get the answer
So now I'm building a casket for [Tomica] to rest in
Bitch you ain't nothing but a big phony
Lying to ****, saying you signed with Sony, bitch
None of the staff up there knows me
How come my rap career's moving so slowly, bitch?
Now I got big enough buzz to destroy you and Ruthless
You can't hold me, bitch
I'ma fuck around and put some steal toes on
And kick your ass in the ovies, bitch!
Tell em all what I came to do (Kill)
One word that explains the truth (Real)
Bang out till your brain is loose
All your little fun filled days are through
Remember that I'm like this thanks to you
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Yea brother you got to feel it just like a killer, killer!
Kill her, kill her!
Kill her, kill her!
Written by: Hopsin

