Killin It
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Killin Itは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2008年8月5日にLikwit RecordsによりリリースされましたBar Tab
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。
BPM84
歌詞
[Verse 1]
I be killin' it 'cause I be feelin' it
I get money so no need for stealin' it
I work diligent beneath the Earth's soil
Where I write my rhymes so fresh it's like I wrapped my styles in foil
But I sit at home and boil spicy rum when it's freezing
'Cause I from the liquid crew where we got drinks for every season
Maybe that's the reason why I look high all July
And the place I buy my beer is callin in for more supply
Maybe not, maybe so, maybe yes, maybe no
Maybe **** got some friends that wanna battle for some dough
If you know somebody holla 'cause I'll take those extra dollars
Split that shit with J and Swift, buy a '96 Impala
And lace it with D's out my own stack of cheese
Get it extra flossy-floss and toss King Tee the keys
And say, **** that's yours 'cause you opened up doors
Before that 'Liks had a deal you had a **** on tour
So God bless you, never let this rap pressure test you
You know who got your back when them other **** sweat you
So check uno, dos while I roast this coast a toast
[Verse 2]
When it comes to beats and rhymes
You know who got the most
I be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it
The 'Liks rock that shit that have all y'all **** feelin' it
Killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it
[Verse 3]
J-Ro is up next to flow
[Verse 4]
Dat's me, I be killin' it when I be feelin' it
Got rum in my cup best believe I won't be spillin' it
Yo Xzibit, I got to know
Do I got that Liquid flow, well here I go
Mida, mida, down the barrel of my heater
I torch you then skeet out in my Porsche two seater
I'm from the home of rattlesnakes and golden bears
Them Astro vans with swivel chairs, hoes come in pairs
Plus, makin money's in my genes
That's why I got money in my jeans
I got a cravin
My mind craves the knowledge
My pockets crave the cash
My mouth craves the brew
And my Johnson craves the ass
Who's on blast, the 'Liks, baby, don't twist it, just rock it
Got your girls number in my change pocket
What's her name Stella, if she's on my kinda hella
Voulez-vous coucher avec moi, is what I tell her
I get freaky like Friday while they try to get loose
Whack MC's are blunt guts, they have no use
I just got off the court where I was whooping some cats in basketball
Here's a question that I have to ask y'all
[Verse 5]
Who be killin' it
Is it the ladies
Who be killin' it
Is it the fellas
Who be killin' it
Is it the B-boys
Who be killin' it
Is it the gangsters
Who be killin' it
Is it the Rastas
Who be killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it
[Verse 6]
See I be killin' it, yeah, when I be feelin' it
This is dedicated to the **** that be stealin' shit
Straight from the bottom of my black ass heart
The untamed feel no shame on top of the game
Mr. Big Bad Insane, Black John McClane
Look, listen and learn, you only get what you earn
So I'ma hustle like fuck regardless, watch my smoke
Go straight for the throat, we known for rocking the boat
It's hard to find like the grade A shit with no cuts
Tryna stack like King Tut and still bang the microphone up
Demanding, clear lane for crash landin'
If anything I'm guaranteed to be the Last Man Standing
Pick a number motherfucker, what's up
The circumstance make you shit in your pants and we advance
As an avalanche of soul and everything that shine ain't gold
Just cause **** got brew don't make 'em Likwit Crew
My record contract reads hit man for hire
Xzibit showin' grace under fire
The Alkaholiks killin' it, killin' it, killin' it, killin' it
The 'Liks rock that shit that have all y'all **** feelin' it
[Verse 7]
Killin' it, killin' it
Drillin' it, drillin' it
What, yeah
Bring it live with it, yeah
Feelin' it, feelin' it, killin' it, killin' it
It's like this, what
Party down, party down, party down
We are live once again
Yeah, 'cause I be killin' it
What, stabbin' it, beatin' it, yeah
Y'all **** ain't heard no shit like this out the West Coast
Say what, what, what, what, what, what
Say what, what, what, what, what, what
It's the Likwit Crew
We be killin' it, uh, 'cause we be feelin' it
Say what, say what
Say what, what, what, what, what, what
Written by: Eric Brooks, James Anthony Robinson, Rico Smith

