Murderer
2,638
Hip-Hop/Rap
Murdererは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として1995年10月10日にJiveによりリリースされましたMind of Mystikal
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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ミュージックビデオ
クレジット
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mystikal
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Michael Tyler
Songwriter
Craig Lawson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Leroy Edwards
Producer
歌詞
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 1]
Motherfuckin' murderer, shot my fuckin' brother
But when I find him, I'm gon' get that motherfucker!
He playin' the role of one them **** that's always talkin' noise
Runnin' inside, talkin' that shit front of his fuckin' boys
Fuck that, I'm lockin' that bolt back
Loadin' that gat, here that Glock come out ya fuckin' head
Standin' on the corner
I'm peepin' on ya so I'ma creep up on ya!
Calmin' my nerves, get rid of these punks and stick 'em in my mind
You want it? Fine, I done reached for that nine
I'm gon' do you in, I'm tellin' ya bitch you gon' have to get up quick
And hit the bricks before I do you in
Two of your boys spied me comin'
Them coward-hearted **** started runnin'
But not you, though, you gots to play the hard role
Stop playin' it up like a bone, bitch, I know you are
Talkin' head gon' put you on your deathbed
Just 'cause you got a gat, that's just why you actin' brave
Got a gat, I got a Glock, whatchu gon' do?
Handle your business, don't let your business handle you!
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
The fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 2]
Pull your shirt down, bitch
I know you got a gat, but I ain't scared 'bout that bullshit
It don't matter how many fuckin' guns you got
The only thing that matter is a **** to get the first shot
'Cause if I peep, that ass is fallin' to the street
Bitch, retreat, or that ass is dead meat
Smack your teeth, but I'ma knock you off your fuckin' feet
They gon' pick you up, piece-by-piece off that concrete street
When N.O. meet, who gives a fuck about a po-li-ce?
We got beef, so I'ma shoot ya like a fake bitch
Let you know just who you fuckin' with
But I ain't that type of **** that's liable to shoot you over no dumb shit!
If I'ma pop ya, I'ma pop ya for just 'cause
You talk too much shit, plus you popped one of my boys
Gankin' ****, I'm gettin' downright scandalous!
You can't handle this!
So when you're out, bitch, move or I won't step
'Cause if I catch ya, I'ma drill ya in your fuckin' chest
I ain't gon' gon' ride by and pop 'cause I might miss
I'ma walk up to your face, pop point blank, bitch!
That's what you get from out there tryin' to go act bad
Not even Bruce Lee could whoop a bullet ass
Gotcha, finna come get this ass whoopin'
And if you bringin' them **** with ya, that's nothin', I'm poppin' the clip in
**** fetcher, satisfied when you're on the stretcher
You might run, but I'ma catch 'em!
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
**** be killin' **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Them fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
[Verse 3]
Yo ****, you caught that bitch yet?
Fuck no! I ain't caught that bitch yet
I done been through every scandalous sight and every project
But I betcha when I stop runnin' behind 'em
Get up, pack my shit and I'll stop, then I'ma fuckin' find him
Yo dumb ass in the street
Fuck that shit 'cause I'ma catch your ass this week
Monday, a one day when you go play
Goes the AK
Sprayin' on his ass like a roach, and if I approach, too late to duck, ho
Drop, run, fall, kick, scream, now curse
How in the fuck you gone duck a twelve round burst?
Aimin' at that ass on Tuesday
Put up the nine, go get the AK
Bitch, if I catch you in the mall Wednesday
That's the day that ass fall
Then it might be Thursday, three round burst day
The day I'm bloodthirsty
Fuck that, wait till Friday, payday!
Shoot ya in your face and take your money, J
Now wait till the weekend, heh, yeah
Saturday, that's the day you go creepin'
But you better be watchin' your back 'cause I'm sneakin'
Waitin' for my chance to do your ass in
I don't give a fuck if it's on Sunday
God gon' have to forgive me 'cause I'ma shoot ya in your head, ****
[Chorus]
Guns murder **** at night
Man, **** even kill **** at night
Cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Them guns murder **** at night
Dawg, **** even kill **** at night
Them fuckin' cops murder **** at night
But I'll be fucked if I'm gon' let them bitches murder mine!
Written by: Leroy Edwards, Michael Tyler


