Nothing Less
Hip-Hop/Rap
Nothing Lessは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2025年7月17日にChapo RecordsによりリリースされましたDeadlight Gospel
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。
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歌詞
From the pain, I made a masterpiece
Turned the fight to a melody, broke the leash
What tried to kill me became my beat
Now I rise with the fire underneath my feet
Say my name I don’t run, I breathe
Every loss, every cut, made art from grief
Still I stand, still I don’t know peace
But I turn what burns into bars and speech
Grew up a livewire, lit with a vicious past
Fists clenched tight and a list of shit to bash
Gangsta rap made me act like a maniac
Nothin’ could faze me praised as deranged, full of crazy hate
Was juiced up, looped in used tunes to lose it
Bruised shit, blew fits truth is, I was stupid
Foolish, ruthless life was a G-Funk blueprint
Sippin’ on juice like Snoop with a loose grip
No one can tell me nothing hip-hop overwhelmed me
To the point where it had me in a whole other realm
Locked in my shell, felt the hell start to weld me
We was broke as fuck, but the flows made me felt wealthy
Compelled me to excel when you had failed me
Derailed me when anyone would tell me I wouldn’t amount to shit
Could’ve thrown in the towel, but I pounded fists
Now every sound I spit feel bound to hit
Verse in the chamber, round in the script
Let it bang like a vow I’m about to split
Every page a clip locked in, down to rip
Sick with it misfit, loud-mouth, proud to trip
Now I glitch through the system with a fist and a twisted grin
Spit like I’m cursed been a threat since I found my script
Never bowed or bit, just howled and spit
Every vow I writ hit foul like a fucking counterfeit
Now I’m scowlin’, wildin’, growlin’ out the pit
Full of malice, balanced with violence and grit
Ain’t a stylistic choice it’s survival, bitch
I was dying to quit, but I’d rather fucking die than submit
I know my part bitch I’m the mark that survives the spark
Hard to kill like tryna drown a shark in the dark
Cold with the cuts every quote split open hearts
Bodies in twos flood the booth, call it Noah’s Ark
Took the hits, took the heat, never begged for belief
Now I paint what I lived and it bleeds on the beat
From the pain, I made a masterpiece
Turned the fight to a melody, broke the leash
What tried to kill me became my beat
Now I rise with the fire underneath my feet
Say my name I don’t run, I breathe
Every loss, every cut, made art from grief
Still I stand, still I don’t know peace
But I turn what burns into bars and speech
I don’t rap I resurface through curses and rage
Hallucinate hate like I’m off my rocker, dying from nausea
Trippin’, I’m rippin’ through vision like lyrical ayahuasca
Death in a verse I rehearse in a hearse on the stage
I’m a serpent that slithers through sermons in flames
Used to write poems but will they murder on stage?
Put the hurt in the verse, let it burn in my brain
Every word was a scar that I carved into pain
Every word was a scar that I curved into time
But I bit my fuckin’ tongue, too scared to admit
That I’d murder these pricks if I cared just a bit
I got bars in my phone that could bury your clique
But I never press send I just stare like, “Shit…”
Let the world talk loud I just rot in the back
With a pad full of raps that could body your tracks
Could’ve snapped, but I’m cracked now I’m calm when I crash
Let ’em pop off I go silent and laugh
I don’t flex, don’t beg, never reach for a hand
I just sit with my sins they could never withstand
Every verse is a fist, every sentence a brand
Bitch, I’m sick in the head they don’t get who I am
Kept my mouth sewn shut, let the silence sting
Let the doubt stack up, now I’m wildin’, swing
Used to drown in the sound, now I’m pilin’ things
Like pain, shame, rage every violent thing
I ain’t beg, I ain’t fold, I ain’t cry for shit
Just wrote bombs in a book I could die and grip
Now the beat drops dead when I slide and spit
’Cause I’m built from the dark they denied exists
They said I’d break, but I bend back brutal
Smoked shame slow, now the flame feels usual
Kept that blade in the rhyme like a funeral
Grin wide, chip heavy delusional, beautiful
I don’t smile, I just stare while the silence grows
Every mile that I walked left a violent ghost
Tried to die with the past but I rose from it slow
Now I carry that weight everywhere that I go
Ain’t no peace where I’m headed, I accept what’s left
Just a beat, a pen, and the breath of death
So if I never get crowned, I still said it best
Every rhyme was my life nothin’ less, nothin’ less
Written by: Al Perea
