Get It Started
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Get It Startedは、アルバム『{albumName}』の一部として2010年6月21日にWu Music GroupによりリリースされましたWu Music Group presents Pollen: The Swarm, Pt. 3
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。
BPM92
クレジット
歌詞
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
You just gotta hear me out with this rhyme
How it raised in Sin City, where you can get clapped for a dime
Running your mouth and snitching, get you clapped with the iron
That just leads to more stress, more drama and cryin'
In my hood, everything is a crime
I know eight year olds, with cell phones, crack, vest and a nine
On they own, invested in time
Call Murda for work, Sha let you invest in the dime
I'm the bud in the Dolce Gabana
Fitted hat, Eyeslow still puffing, while I'm gripping the llama
Yeah, these **** don't want no drama
How I got heavy artillery and too much armor
Drug kids get smacked and run to your mama
**** don't want it, man, I'm quick with the llama
Mopping you, you so soft, fit for the drama
I'm the period, ****, you the slash and the comma, yeah
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
That boy, be the type to handle my business
Making cowards roll over like cellular minutes
If it's a club, you can tell when we in it
In the back with the mack and the twenty sack, inhaling the spinach
D.C.'s one hell of a ****
'Cause you can catch me anytime, anyplace, like a felony, ****
Practice booth, I spit 'til I crack this booth
Crack a smile 'til I crack your tooth, that's the truth
Why I got D.C. here to carry the torch
Put your brains in the bag and let you carry your thoughts
And nah, I ain't your average sport
I went form bankrupt to bankroll, four-five-sixes til the bank close
Chain block, save the same musician in the same quote
Getting cheddar, ducking the same po's, in plain clothes
Tim Brown, little brown brother, let the pound stutter
Rounds flooded you clowns, utter the Don say I'm gutter
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
Speak when spoken too, I'm not you
Plus you can't do, what I can do
Lose you in thoughts, with all types of source
Park Hill, east barricks, holding the fort
Teach what is taught, and show support
K.J., here to save the day, I relit the torch
Hope the competition steps it up
Cash Rule, why you think in God we trust?
Build your house, while I build my community
I rock the emblem upside down, for the mutinity
Future of the industry, and you ain't got to feel me
Simile Himalayas, source like Eric B
Open sesame, you won't get the rest of me
The street be stressing me to come out immediately
So I drop, make it hot on the spot
We gon' bump this shit, whether you like it or not
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
This is the Killzone, my nine mil drills through domes
And then spins you similar to twenty six inch chromes, holmes
Your bones is made of foam, your jaws made of glass
And your veins pump cherry Kool-Aid, bitch ****, you ass
Bitch tripping the glass table, the weight so enormous
Law enforcements study my picture perfect painted portraits
Guns are gorgeous, my tongue sharper than a swordfish be
Crispy clear, 'til the airs, the fear factor
Ran rapper, heart colder than the continent of Antarctica
Dominant when I blam the launcher
Son, I'm amped enough to conquer a whole project block
Or more longer that'll dump off in your hardest cops
Soon as I let the pump off, the target is marked
These pellets scattered in your heart means X marks the spot
I got bitches who suck dick like it was National Sperm Day
You get murdered in broad day by my ratchet through word play
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
We came to get it started, we came to act retarded
My squad is so damn heartless, we gonna rep regardless
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