멜로디에 강한 음악
잘 정의된 음악 패턴에 따른 명확하고 기억에 남는 멜로디를 갖춘 곡입니다. 이 척도가 높은 곡은 일반적으로 연주나 보컬 라인이 명확하고 기억에 남는 것이 특징입니다.
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
곡이 전자 음악이나 디지털 합성 음악이 아닌 어쿠스틱 악기(예: 피아노, 기타, 바이올린, 드럼, 색소폰)를 얼마나 많이 사용하는지를 나타내는 척도입니다.
발랑스
곡의 화성과 리듬 요소를 통해 전달되는 음악적 긍정성 또는 감정적 톤입니다. 높은 쾌감은 행복, 흥분, 희열의 감정에 해당하며, 낮은 쾌감은 슬픔, 분노, 우울과 연관됩니다.
춤추기 좋은 음악
템포의 안정성, 리듬 패턴, 비트 강조 등 여러 요인의 조합을 통해 곡이 춤추기에 얼마나 적합한지 정하는 척도입니다. '춤추기 좋은' 곡의 특징은 일정한 템포, 반복적인 음악 구조, 강한 다운비트입니다.
에너지
트랙의 강렬함은 템포, 역동성, 음악적 밀도에 영향을 받을 수 있습니다. 에너지가 높은 곡은 강렬한 리듬과 풍부한 악기 편곡으로 구성되는 반면, 에너지가 낮은 곡은 음악적으로 간결하고 느린 템포가 특징일 수 있습니다.
BPM104
뮤직 비디오
뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Onyx
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Stephen Anderson
작곡가
Tyrone Taylor
작곡가
Fred Scruggs
작곡가
Sticky Fingaz
작곡가
B. Sandlin
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Bud-da
프로듀서
DJ LS ONE
믹싱 엔지니어
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
믹싱 엔지니어
가사
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (come on)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (what? What? What?)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club (come on), baby show some love (uh-huh, yeah)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? React!)
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
And got me shootin' at a ghost 'cause it looks alive
Too close, antidote, leaks of gun smoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to death notes
Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
(Ladies and gentlemen)
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be playin' around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snapshots like you posin'
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin' on Sonsee's not in the day
All the **** in my zone, my close affiliates
Be rippin' it illin' it adrenaline spendin' and killin' shit (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (react)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love (what?)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (yeah, yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what?)
Yo, yo
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit 'em with the Glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
22shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
The shit'll happen so fast, the gut blast left his brains on the glass
In a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin' sayin' it was 50 (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? What!)
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex (uh)
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain **** money's got my gold chain thicker (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame **** (yeah, yeah!)
From coast to coast I keep the toast
My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo, you heartless
Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist (uuh!)
I seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the Glock
About to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin' like it or not
Get off me! Let me go, don't hold me back
Where my real thugs at? Baby throw your gut
Sticky fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (what? What?) (Get her)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (uh-huh)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back (what?) Get rocked what, react (react!)
Killin' it (kill it in the club! What? What?)
Killin' it
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw you gats (yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? What?)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (Uh, yeah)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw your gats (Official Nast')
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (amen)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (Onyx)
Killin' it
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 118) (yeah)
Word up yo, official Nast'
Gettin' cream, onyx, we move with the many crews
We let you know right now, we shuttin' shit down
98, word up get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up
What? Bring your shit to the club
Bring your heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin' shit down, what?
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight, 188)
Written by: B. Sandlin, Bruce David Sandlin, Fred Scruggs, Harry H. Jr. Scorzo, Scruggs Fred Jr., Stephen Anderson, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor

