Zip Codez N' Time Zone
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Hardcore Rap
Zip Codez N' Time Zoneは、アルバム『 』の一部として2007年8月21日にPsychopathicによりリリースされましたClockwork Gray
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。
BPM61
クレジット
歌詞
They sayin' I'm a Juggalo
Well, hell yeah I'm a motherfuckin' Juggalo, motherfucker!
I'm a motherfuckin' Jugga-lugga-lugga-lugga-luggalo, motherfucker!
A dead motherfucker!
Motherfucker, and we worldwide!
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Everywhere I go I get love, with occasional mean mugs
But like me some of them killers ain't nothin' but straight up street thugs
And bustin' caps as a product I was raised like this short tick of a clock
So I dance with a 12 gauge and blaze up like the song say
Do you feel like they come at you the wrong way?
Commence to let the bullets spray, I killed them haters so only love will exist
This is all I have and on my time is invested in this
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Every day I wake up, I take the risk of being killed
Every time I sleep though, I may suffocate up in my pillow!
But there's haters in the woodwork, jealous of my success
Mad, 'cause I helped make scrubness kinda fresh
And the love we get is so much stronger than the hatred for us
It's strictly family love waitin' at them backstage doors
Our people are like underground mafia network of ninjas (Whoo!)
From cactus juice cocktails at campfires in the Carolinas
To the wet streets of London or behind a titty bar
Gettin' high with some Juggalos and their fuckin' funny-ass looking car
This shit cannot be removed, these times are forever stored
You hate me, it's cause you're moppin' floors while I'm rockin' tours
Quit cryin', bitch!
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
I was runnin' with my hatchet, down at beach in Orlando
See some Juggalos cookin' scrimp in they sandals
I was runnin' with the hatchet on the shores of Seattle
Juggalos bumpin' DL, making the floor rattle
I was deep in the smoky mountains and ran out of gas
Some juggalos came through, even gave me two blunts out his stash
I was hanging out in Worchester, chillin' at the bar
Had too much to drink, a 'lette drove me to the car
The road is my home, sometimes it feels that way
Rollin' on a tour bus for months and weeks, I can't complain
They show me love in every state like one of the greats, it's my time
Been on the scene puttin' it down since '99 (Eastside!)
I hope you understand I do this for you and your mans
To ride, to bump, to smoke, come through
Drink your fill and pick you up or [let?] if you want to
It's all love
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Ridin' through A-Z, stop in Tempe
Met a Juggalo in Compton, now I'm in southern Cali
Passin' through the town of Chicago, I hit the dark streets
Listen at the darkest hour, hear 'em bumpin' our beats
Out in New York City, they be runnin' with a hatchet
Seen a Juggalo rollin' blunts, you know I had to match it
High up in the Colorado mountains, up the river
With five 'lettes naked, all fuckin' and cookin' dinners
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Zip codes, time zones, every other day, a different state
But the Juggalo love remains the same
Written by: Chris Rouleau

