Devil Music은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 11월 14일일에 The Bicycle Music Company에서 발매되었습니다.Labcabincalifornia
BPM95
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.
가사
[Intro]
Yeah, check it out, one-two
Check it out, check it out
One-two, one-two, one-two, one-two
Yeah, check it out
[Intro]
Yes, I am
Are you ready?
Hah, yeah (Yes, I am)
[Verse 1]
The way that mama raised us was pure faith
So diablo wouldn't faze us or daze us
Or lay us down to sleep, know the wolf from the sheep
Or the sheep who cried wolf and threw the deadly hoof
While the wolf was asleep, I keep my mind a ghost
Follow my heart the most, don't play fools too close
Sleep with my eyes at post
So diablo won't be hostin' the game of life
The knife sits by the throats of the young
And blows death straight through the lungs
As the mind gets washed by visions of sugar plums
But we shall overcome 'cause we ain't dumb
But we ain't smart, they got the girls by the hearts
And the **** by the nuts, ear, tongue, and butts
Yeah, they're tryin' to fuck us up, but, shit, you know what's up
We gotta get with the movements and move men soon
They consume every womb who bares beneath the stairs of they doom
Before they let a new soul bloom
Best believe they're gonna shove 'em in a tomb
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Verse 2]
Early Saturday mornin', I was cartoon gazin'
Slowly broke into the kitchen to fill a bowl full of Raisin Bran
As I ran up and down the TV stations
I witnessed Indian Joe getting tricked out of his nation
By a silly hillbilly who laughed as the shit happened
Everything the same, the game continued into rappin'
Deception is at an all-time high
You give a piece of your soul to receive some crumbs from the pie
But you know I keep on rappin' until the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own (What? What?)
You know I keep on rappin' till the break of dawn
Even though it is my soul that I do not even own 'cause
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Verse 3]
I was poor (Poor), Black, broke, beyond a shadow of a doubt (Doubt)
Ass-out, wide open, waitin' for my shit to come on out
Speakin' about the time before I got signed
I was coolin' behind Coolio in the county line
My big brother used to say I was an asshole
Didn't graduate, couldn't handle the hassle
Of high school, why fool with foolish rules and guidelines?
Fuck the cap and tassels, said forget the trade and tried rhymes
Hooked up with J-Swift, got with 2-4-2
Me and my **** LA Jay back at SCU
I grabbed the mic one time, check it, one-two, we in
Freakin' major flavors for my fellow Nubians
Takin' shit to the next level
Too bad I sold my soul to the fuckin' devil
[Chorus]
'Cause every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
Every time I step to the microphone
I put my soul on two-inch reels that I don't even own
[Outro]
Yeah, I wanna give a shout out to my man Self Jupiter, you know what I'm sayin'?
Locked up and shit
Yeah, what's up, ****?
Yo, yo, yo, this is Imani, you know what I'm sayin'?
It's 1995 and everything is alright
I'ma say peace to my man Kalani and let him rest in peace, pieces
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes
And it goes like this (And it goes like)
And it goes, and it goes (Yes, indeed)
And it goes like this (Check it out)
Written by: Clifford Smith, Corey Woods, Dennis Coles, Derrick Stewart, Emandu Wilcox, Gary Grice, Jason Hunter, Lamont Jody Hawkins, Robert Diggs, Romye Robinson, Russell Jones, Trevant Hardson
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