Flip the Script
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Flip the Script은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1992년 5월 5일일에 Chrysalis\EMI Records (USA)에서 발매되었습니다.Daily Operation
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.
BPM96
뮤직 비디오
뮤직 비디오
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Gang Starr
실연자
디제이 프리미어
DJ
The Guru
보컬
작곡 및 작사
크리스 마틴
작곡가
Keith Elam
작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
디제이 프리미어
프로듀서
The Guru
프로듀서
Eddie Sancho
믹싱 엔지니어
Lisle Leete
엔지니어
Howie Weinberg
마스터링 엔지니어
Adam Loeffler
몰입형 믹싱 엔지니어
가사
Brave is the knave who steps up to be slayed
By the one who forgave him for his first mistakes
He'd best behave, or I'ma send him a wave
Of some shocking volts, he doesn't know what he's talkin 'bout
He's kickin' a bunch of crap, so I'll be the judge of that
The boy lacks artistry and still he tries hard to be
An entertainer, instead he's a waste of
My time and your time so I'll kick the pure rhymes
Whenever you're looking for rap that's exceptional
And credible, straight to the G's you better go
'Cause Gang Starr's known to be prone to be
Masters of streetwise poetry and turntable wizardry
And it'll be a cold day in hell
When you hear that the Guru or Premier ever fell
Suckas get sales, but they fail in the long run
The kid who went gold, yo, that was the wrong one
The spotlight tonight is all on me
'Cause I'm the Guru, of the G-A-N-G
Taking out scrubs 'cause they rub me the wrong way
And I'll say, that they've still got a long way
To go, to show they can flow like a real pro
So gimme that loot and catch the boot from my steel toe
I'm changing the scenery and makin' 'em uncomfortable
Most MC's ain't really got no pull
Watch me stifle 'em quick with the gift and the wit
Make 'em quit all that riff as I flip the script
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
You know I flip, yes, I flip the script
You know I flip, yes, I flip, check it out
Fool listen, I know that you've been missing all this and
So my rhymes are gonna gleam, and glisten
Like a gem, and if you are the fake MC type
I'll shine so bright that I'll be blinding your eyesight
Your capabilities fall short
So I'ma treat you like a dwarf on a basketball court
Still you try to rap and even claim you got new styles
But rolling your tongue's been played out for a while
And you don't sound fly so why are you doing that?
You had a dope track but you're wack and you ruined that
I couldn't make out what you were saying
Your diction Is jumbled whereas me I'm conveying
Clear thoughts, to a crowd that's most critical
Booty duck rappers like you are just pitiful
I bet you couldn't name more than one pioneer
'Cause you didn't pay dues and you got on outta nowhere
But that's OK, 'cause I'm peeping your card
And if rap was my house you'd be sweepin' the yard
As I recline I'll find more chores to give ya
Like moppin' the floors or maybe fetchin' my slippers
So don't even trip or run off with the lip
'Cause as soon as you slip you know I'll flip the script
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du
Du-du-du-du, this y'all
You know I flip, yes, I flip the script
You know I flip, yes, I flip the script
You know as I kick a bit, flip the script without a skip
Butter roll MC's can get dissed like this
You'll never got none, son, I'll become troublesome
You rap like a simpleton and I hate scum
I can easily deflect your threats 'cause they're idle
My recital will break you down just like a fight till the end
'Cause I can take ten at a time
Give 'em all a fair shot to see if any can rhyme
Even if one is decent, I'll still get props
I'll kick the slick lines until the last one drops
As my powerful skills are unveiled, I'm tippin' the scales
And weighing much more than your tall tales
Stop the exaggeration, perpetration, observe
And make a simple notation
Nobody, nowhere, no way, or no how
Is taking me out 'cause I can throw so you know now
Can you feel it?, I bust the real raps
So lay off, stay off while I steal that
So-called title that you gave yourself
But you really ain't jack so, yo, you played yourself
And now you look from a distance as you sweat my tip
You know I'll whip you swift when I flip the script
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Like this y'all, this y'all
This y'all, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du
Du-du-du-du, du-du-du-du, this y'all
Written by: Chris Martin, Keith Elam


