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.
BPM70
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Charles Bradley
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
Eminem
보컬
PHresher
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
Stewart Cameron
음원으로 샘플링된 아티스트
Kent Jones
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Charles Bradley
작사가 겸 작곡가
Ray Illya Fraser
작사가 겸 작곡가
Thomas Brenneck
작사가 겸 작곡가
Leon Michels
작사가 겸 작곡가
Marshall Mathers
작사가 겸 작곡가
David Guy
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Brian Gardner
마스터링 엔지니어
Eminem
공동 프로듀서
Illadaproducer
프로듀서
Joe Strange
녹음 엔지니어
Mike Strange
녹음 엔지니어
Tony Campana
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Darwin Sanchez
녹음 엔지니어
가사
[Verse 1]
You claimed if you get knocked by the cops
You'll give 'em not even a statement
Walk in the arraignment, shoot the bailiff
Karate kick the plaintiff
Gotti with the stainless
I'll just call it shotty entertainment
If y'all was in the party gettin' faded on molly
Had the audience sedated
You wouldn't catch a body if it fainted
Probably let it fall and hit the pavement
But you'd be the first lobbyin' to claim it
Bitch, stop bein' a lame
Your hobby isn't robbery and dismemberin' body limbs
Like you was Tommy Lynn Sells
And chainsawing them in the basement
Hardly fits your job description
Ain't nobody dippin' out the back of the club like, "Oh my God, he's trippin'!"
Only time you get the blade is probably with the dang lawn equipment, ain't it?
Wouldn't take a bobby pin and wave it
I need to stop bein' debated
You're still copyin', Xeroxing, I'm still copping a feel
Like Bill Cosby at will, popping a pill
Then spill Oxy's in Jill's coffee
Then send her out to the hotel lobby
A lil' wobbly and still groggy
[Verse 2]
This blonde fuck's reprehensible misconducts, never sensible
Kiss my butt, my set of principles is gone
But till I get the President to respond
My pen and pencil is a missile launcher
And send it to Mitch McConnell
Just as big of a bitch as Donald
Shit's on, bruh!
Let me sing this shit soprano while I do it pizzicato
Ivanka, stiff arm her
While I'm hittin' on Melania
And this song's for all ya!
[Verse 3]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
[Verse 4]
These drums and hard snares bring out the worst in me
Like Justin Ross Harris at a nursery
Goin' ham and candy yam on nanny cam
I'm gettin' handys with the zanny Xannys in the Caddy armrest
I'm imagining objects, so I'm batting cobwebs
From a daddy longleg
And Hamtramck, got the panoramic cameras
Xanax, a banana hammock, and a Santa hat
I'm smellin' like a damn mechanic
With a chick that looks like Janet Jackson with a Spanish accent
Twice your age and I'm actin' half it
[Verse 5]
Grow up? Nah
Not that I know of, y'all
Basement just got a frickin' overhaul, got a stripper pole installed
Started rollin' all through those Klono-pins like a bowlin' ball
Like an overdose on twice the ratio of Propofol
And go through no withdrawal while I get fellatio
And give a facial to an interracial blow-up doll of Rachel Dolezal
You're so appalled, so is my manager
Bitch, I 'amateur', fuck a pro career
Coast is clear, but nowhere to go from here
And nobody's close, so don't compare
There ain't nowhere near, I'm way over here
My competition can't see me
'Cause I don't own a mirror!
[Verse 6]
But Marshall, you are terrific, so smart and gifted
I'm so narcissistic, when I fart, I sniff it
Do a fake dab to smell my armpits with it
Your anxiety's throwin' gang signs
But I made strides with these rape lines
I'm cuttin' back on women hate crimes
Like Ray Rice when he FaceTimes
Bang, bang, bang, bang time
Dang knives to butcher them gay wives
You're gonna need sutures the same size
As the blade I push into kaputt ya when I
Pull 'em like sleigh rides
Gotta stab a bitch at least eight times
To make it on Dateline
I came to stake my claim like a canine
Waitin' in a buffet line
So Kellyanne Conway, I'm a really bad hombre
Come play, belly dance on me
I've been making wedding plans all day
[Verse 7]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
[Verse 8]
Eight year old with the wordplay
Girl, take this pole like a survey
Today wasn't my birthday
But I'm caked up like a dessert tray
So we're in shape
'Cause you're in a slurrin' state
I'm a ten, you're an eight
Like what I do before, after, and during rape
You wanna get into a pissin' contest and find out who's better?
And they made a fool out of what I pulled out him
R. Kelly with a full bladder
Non-high school grad, I'm not a scholar
But I'm so cold, when I'm droppin' out with my degrees
Is the same as I got in college (Zero)
But nobody's hotter, you owe me my respect
I owe you nada like Lodi partner, blow me
Told you I'm so dirty, homie, you can throw me in some holy water
With some floaties on
And get the soap and try to get the Pope to hold me
While you hose me off, and nope, I won't be washed
You hope to God I don't explode, I gotta blow this spot up though
I got a lotta mo'
I won't put the sugar coating on it though
'Cause sometimes you can feel like your energy's expired
Rap's got you drained, dead tired, zapped
You feel like a wet pile of crap
But look, man, like the feds buggin' my phone (Uh huh)
I get why you're tapped
But you gotta get your fire back
Catch fire, get upset and fire back
[Verse 9]
It's what I tell myself
When times get bad
'Cause sometimes, I might get sad
But I take the same advice I had
And tell myself like I used to tell Hailie, when life's a drag
Told her to do like her dad, don't cry, get mad
'Cause little baby powders belong in diaper bags
I'm hyper, by the time you see this side of me
I'm right in your ass
'Fore the pen, I stood up for the kid
Who had to put up with the bullies at his school (At his school)
You ain't have to have no money
Or go shoppin' just to cop a fuckin' attitude (Attitude)
[Verse 10]
Now my dough's amountin' to a mountain
It's rised too high to count it
Never asked to be rich
All I did was wish I had a dime for every time that I was doubted
But then I think about it and I'm enraged
'Cause I just figured out that if I was paid
For the time I spent to put the pen to the page
It'd be minimum wage
[Verse 11]
But it's embedded in my head, I never hunted for the bread and butter
What I wanted was to be the one that they was scared of
But I'm never gonna get the credit for the sweat and blood I put up in the pen
And when I'm dead, I wonder, will they put me on a pedestal?
Or forget I was ever this incredible?
I guess I better go harder than ever
'Cause I'll never get another motherfuckin' opportunity again
To offend as many people, with this I can, simply because I can
[Verse 12]
'Cause nobody likes me, everybody hates me
They want me to go eat some worms (I hope you offended!)
And drag my name through the mud, through the dirt
But I'ma make you eat your words (I hope you offended!)
You can try to hold me down, but you better let me up
'Cause you're only gonna make things worse (I hope you offended!)
'Cause I swear when I get up I'm never gonna let up
Till everybody eats my turds
Written by: Charles Bradley, Dave Guy, Kent Jones, Leon Michels, Marshall Mathers, Ray Illya Fraser, Thomas Brenneck

