Da Graveyard
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Da Graveyard은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 3월 28일일에 Columbia에서 발매되었습니다.Lifestylez ov da Poor & Dangerous
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.
BPM
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Big L
보컬
Grand Daddy I.U.
보컬
JAŸ-Z
보컬
Lord Finesse
보컬
Microphone Nut
보컬
Party Arty
보컬
작곡 및 작사
L. Coleman
작사가 겸 작곡가
A. Best
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
John Shriver
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Chris Irish
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Dino Zervos
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Mack Robinson
어시스턴트 엔지니어
Tony Dawsey
마스터링 엔지니어
Buckwild
프로듀서
Chris Conway
엔지니어
가사
[Verse 1]
It's the number one crew in the area
The Big L be lighting **** like incense
Getting men lynched, too intense
I'm killing infants for ten cents
'Cause I'm a street genius with a unique penis
Got fly chicks on my dick who don't even speak English
I'm making ducks shed much tears, I buck queers
I don't have it all upstairs, but who the fuck cares?
I'm grabbing brews, taking fast swiggers
I get cash and stack figures and harass them bitch ass ****
After you, your man will get scarred next
And if your squad flex, I'm letting off like Bernard Goetz
A Tec-9 is my utensil
Filling **** with so much lead, they can use they dick for a pencil
I'm known for snatching purses and bombing churches
I get more pussy by accident than most **** get on purpose
I got drug spots from New York to Canada
'Cause Big L be fucking with more keys than a janitor
[Verse 2]
Now it's the dictator who's style is greater
It's the man with more wild flavors than motherfuckin' Now & Laters
And rappers, I hit 'em well, they automatically go to heaven
Fucking with me 'cause I give 'em hell
So don't try to front, troop
When your style is played out just like an OshKosh jump suit
I'm out to collect figures
I'm on some Wu-Tang shit, so protect your fucking neck, ****
Not a role model, I'm a bad figure
When it comes to rap, I got skills out the ass, ****
I got it locked like a warden
Rap without finesse is like the NBA without Jordan
So all your new Jacks kicking whack raps
It's a fact that I'll be on your fucking back like a knapsack
It ain't shit you can tell me
Because bitches still gel me without a motherfuckin' LP
[Verse 3]
It's the number one crew in the area
Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard
It's the number one crew in the area
Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard
[Verse 4]
Yo, I got a death wish
That's why I talk so much fucking shit
I want these bitch motherfuckers to try to flip
So I can fill up this clip
And stick the gun between they lips like a cigarette
And let 'em smoke the four fifth
Ah, fool, ah, goodbye, no need to try to lie or cry
It's time for motherfuckers to die
Because to me death is like sex
And if my brain was a deck of cards
I'd be missing a whole deck
Strap up a Mac, clack, clack
Motherfuckers are running like rats
Blind bats or fucking crazed cats
'Cause the Microphone Nut's loose
And you're wondering how the fuck did this madman get cut loose
From twenty-five consecutive twenty-five to life bids
For murdering up some fucking white kids
These were the kids of the prison guards
Then I started killing squads of prison guards in the prison yard
One, two, everybody's through
The Microphone Nut flew over the prison walls without a clue
And now I'm back to haunt shit and talk shit
Whoever flaunt shit, I leave 'em unconscious
I run through you with a maneuver and German luger
Wreck like Das EFX straight out the fucking sewer
Please show me where the crack is at
While they quarter crack the sack
I crack their backs like Cracker Jacks
So I'm the one you should run from
Because the Microphone Nut is like a motherfuckin' stun gun
[Verse 5]
The way I rock, no way you could stop
I stop, pop, and drop when Jay gets hot
When I'm in the zone, better hold your own
'Cause I like to break when I finish a poem
Pound for p-p-p-pound, the best around
No way you can get up when I get down
I shake, rattle, and roll and wreck shit like none
And beat a **** ass half silly on the one
Fuckin' A, fuckin' Jay, ill with skill
So ladies step up, I get around like a wheel
I'm never choking off chronic 'cause I'm bionic
Bitches are screaming like Onyx
Respect that I peel a punk's cap back and sign it
Creep through your block, fuck a Glock, I step
Through your neighborhood with nothing but a rep
I'm giving these ladies something they can feel 'cause I'm real
Your man get out of line and it's kill, kill, kill
[Verse 6]
It's the number one crew in the area
Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard
It's the number one crew in the area
Known for sending garbage emcees to the graveyard
[Verse 7]
Yo, you step up, you'll get played like the small fry
I'm throwing **** off the roof, said you wanna be the fall guy
So mess around, you'll be a dead man
I get hype, tonight's the night like Red Man
Enough respect to Big L who get wreck
Chiggity-check yourself 'cause I ain't working with a full deck
I'm lethal, eating people like Jeffrey Dahmer
I'm the sequel, head or gut like illegal
So whatcha want?
Yo, I'm strapped with the gat, step up, brap, brap
I'm leaving caps in your back, fool
I rip tracks, wanna say peace to hip hop
A **** disagree, bring it on and get dropped
I get wrecked, I'm party hardy so hit the deck
The kid with the Tec smoking **** like cigarettes
Now some ask me how I'm getting jewels
I tell 'em, pick up, pick up
It's a stick up, stick up, I stick and move
[Verse 8]
And that's how we do
So while you grab the gat and let loose
[Verse 9]
Yo, rat, tat, tat, I got the gat cocked
****, we ghost man a punk?
I let it roast and leave your pussy ass comatose
I'm shooting up like the west is, fuck suggestions
I'll blow out a ****'s intestines
Better dip fast, quick fast or you won't last
One blast will put your ass in a body cast
And I be killing for rep, get ill in a sec
Nine mil on your neck, blood spilling is still in effect
Constantly committing grand larceny
Arsony, **** don't want no parts of me
Never passed up a fast buck, ask the last duck
His jewels was struck, he got his ass stuck
So what the fuck is you saying hops?
I'm wanted for slaying cops
Whoever's around when I be spraying drops
But I ain't giving a fuck who gets hit
**** copping pleas but I ain't tryna hear shit
I'll burn you faggot **** like toast
If you die and come back, I'll shoot your spirit
Now your ass is just a holy ghost
You try to play me to the left
You better put a target on your head
'Cause you're marked for death
Written by: A. Best, L. Coleman
