How We Chill, Pt. 2
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Hip-Hop/Rap
How We Chill, Pt. 2은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2004년 10월 13일일에 Molemen Records에서 발매되었습니다.Ritual of the... Revisited & Remastered
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.
BPM88
크레딧
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Panik
프로듀서
가사
Well, aiyyo – what's up, JUICE? It's about time that we set it straight
And show these other cities how to represent and regulate
This is how we chill, putting pressure on the featherweights
That couldn't go for broke if they resided in a Section 8
I laugh at y’all that say my city's only basketball
Windy Hip-Hop'd date you back to the neanderthal, hey
And y’all **** don't wanna spark me
I can hit a rhythm and split 'em just from the drums of my heartbeat, yo
I can't deny, I live and die for the streets of Chi'
But there's more than meets the eye than pimping hoes and getting high
You do-or-die, but you could live and do the same thing
My brain sings, I feel like a puddle that's headed mainstream
And when I get there, radio will give me more play
But then I’ll be shy to talk crime like Rappin' 4-Tay
You know my forté
And pretty soon, I'm headed your way
Like Malcolm X, clenching on my Glock through the doorway
See, I decapitate these rappers in an instant
Track 'em down with persistence
My sniper fire hit that **** from a distance
JUICE, he brought the armageddon
Fuck Visine, I’ll put the red in
Hold him steady, 'cause I'm ready to behead 'em
Take me light? Don't make me fight
Fuckin' with the Fest and JUICE? Damn right
I'll leave a shaky hand and shaky mics
So never test this brown brother, 'cause it's hopeless
And I'ma grow, 'cause I was planted with the seeds of dopeness
I'll break your bones, bro
And send these rappers runnin' to the Jenny Jones Show
So you can let your boys back home know
That I'm the microphone pro – (What?) Professional
Always lock the joint and stay on-point like a decimal, bro
You’re too slow to go, you need to slow your roll
I'll amputate your ankles, ain't no going toe-to-toe
And don't test the status, simply just the baddest
When I innovate, I hit a switch, rappers disintegrate
Plus these other brothers can't come with no rebuttal
They fly up in the air, but get blown up like the Shuttle
‘Cause JUICE mack right, attract light like photosynthesis
Kid, you wack as hell, and I'ma put it in parenthesis
No pause or comma 'cause I'ma keep you fearing this
You got a question, mark? I'm the **** here, period
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Now I could bang in Little Rock, load the clips into the Glock
Go to New York and start busting off lyrical shots, yeah
And then head back over to Oakland
Do a drive-by, just to make **** be like, “Cuz, he loc'ing”
No joking, then I gots to speed off with my grandma
All you see is smoke and hear, "Hootie Hoo!" as I pass Atlanta
This is how we chill, so deal with it
If I was crack, you Marion Barry **** would probably still hit it
‘Cause in the Wild Onions, you gotta keep coping and scoping
And plus I'm into dreaming with my eyes open
‘Cause, nowadays, this shit be lethal
Forget being equal
All I see is all men are created evil
And circumstance gon' hurt your chance to advance
Y’all ill, these **** will kill for real, for an ill glance
So now I wear bulletproof hats and steel pants (Word)
You knock my body down, but my spirit still stands (Yeah)
I'll never fall until I simmer all
Don't you hear that winter's cough?
I'ma calm these brothers down like Demerol
Yo, you know the deal on how I feel
When I flow for real – rappers say they’re dope?
They must've drunk a glass of GoldenSeal
Because there is no evidence, there's only hesitance
Bring all your fucking army, I'ma take out all your regiments
I'm at the U.I.C. Pavilion, wearing MC JUICE medallions
Brazilian or Sicilian, rip apart your whole battalion
These playalistic **** fall prey to JUICE the Infamous
The, Versace-wearing rappers always trying to play some pimps in this biz
These record labels sign the most unpresentable
Cliques that go Platinum for grabbing on their genitals
And every single day, brothers is dying in my midst
But all they ever rap about is Alizé and grabbing dicks
And you might say, “Who is JUICE to try to check somebody else?”
But it do get kind of boring always rapping 'bout yourself
And your jewelry and your diamonds
You think that shit is rhyming?
‘Cause billboards say you climbing?!
Every trend has it's timing
I ain't saying no names, but why you biting his style?
I'll have y'all **** laying in a casket with your Cristal
And all the record-buyers? Y’all be making music choices
So why y’all be believin' all these playalistic voices?
It's all the same, the big willy wack, the unoriginal
Got the record public all believing y'all some criminals
Before them record deals, they was broke, and you could check it
'Cause true players don't be have time for making records
And no videos
They too busy hustling in the zone
And if you got so much loot, put out your records on your own
And all this East vs. West bullshit need to stop
Acting like some little shorties, ain't nobody getting props
'Cause if you was, you wouldn't have to diss no other state
No other crew, no other clique, to put some food up on your plate
I be like – point blank: this whole fucking industry is wack
But these brothers from the 'Go gon’ bring that lyricism back (Word)
And a lot of y’all may not like the way I'm getting loose
So whoever wanna battle, y'all could bring it to the JUICE
‘Cause I'm ready, for any emcee trying to attack me
Rhymefest is on my side, and, yo, my peoples got my back, G
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
And dope it is? I am
Can you rock? I can
You think you’re dope? I do
This is “How We Chill, Part 2"
Written by: Juice (IL), Panik, Rhymefest
