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Testing
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Testing은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2024년 11월 3일일에 HolyHeckHill에서 발매되었습니다.Open End - EP
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발매일2024년 11월 3일
라벨HolyHeckHill
언어English
멜로디에 강한 음악
어쿠스틱 악기 중심
발랑스
춤추기 좋은 음악
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BPM119

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크레딧

실연 아티스트
Raw Ki
Raw Ki
보컬
작곡 및 작사
Raw Ki
Raw Ki
작사가 겸 작곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Alien 4 President
Alien 4 President
마스터링 엔지니어
Anno Domini
Anno Domini
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가사

Testing, testing
One!
Testing, testing
Two
-esting, testing
Chicka chicka chicka chick
Chicka chick chick,
Chicka chick
Testing, testing
Chicka chicka chicka
Testing, testing
Watt!
Testing, testing
Chicka chicka chick
Every body circling their work until their grave
All slaves in old shame, no saints to attain
No sane souls stayed, only clones remain
Only alone I go cause those are foes of gain
Show your face?
I show you the way out.
I go for broke and I don't need to strain to shout how you fucked yourself
Fuck your bull shit shut the shit down,
Fuck around, get a fist in your bitch of a mouth
This is a list of your doubts
We evict you now from your own house
Enough of the full of it, done with dumb clowns
No love in your whole clique
I summon the bowl rip
Let crumble your goal grip
I summit the stone tip
You suck with the tones, bitch
I'm coming for yours
They're loveing our sonars
You fumble with no bars
My home is in the stars
But I roam and I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
And I roam
Roam, roam, roam, dididi roam
Ah
"Is this your secret to staying warm?"
"No. I have no secrets.
I'm mad, I have to go to work,
I have to earn a living.
I'd rather have a private income
And get laid, well and often"
"Would you be a musician if nobody ever heard you?"
"Sure!"
"Why?"
"Because I love music. It's in my head I can't get it out."
"And you're listening."
"Yeah."
"You're hearing it yourself."
"I hear it now."
They're lovein our sonars
You fumble with no bars
My home is in the stars
But I have an apartment on mars
Too
Are you
Gonna keep on talking wack?
You'd be smart to
Shut your trap when I yap
Cuz I have the slappin raps
That can crack numb skulls
Back to back
It'd be Tat for tat.
You lack in fact
Your wit is so lazy
Your will is tapped
Your still attached
To a missing match
I will attack you
With a switch or bat
If you ask
To fit the graph
Your culture ain't kosher
It is shit on a shaft
Missed me, HA!
These licks is phat
The spit you spat
Is fricking trash
You're Christmas casserol to this and that
We'll skin your fat to make a dish and dash
Mish mash, your lips lack the same skills mine have
I might snap and slide back into my homicidal habbits
Everything I have, you wanna grab it
But its actually stached in the realms of magic
Its automatic how fanatically I rattatatat it
And you lack it like the lacquer in my attic
I'm glad it- made you mad
That means I do it right
You blather so bad
That you're losing the fight
I do it till I die
Loosening your blinds
Shooting at the sky
With a bullet you can't buy
Bullet you can't buy
I be shooting at the sky with a bullet you can't buy.
"Music is a very high level art.
We try everyday.
If you play one next note,
That's wrong.
Or if you play one hair earlier,
It's wrong.
Music life is very hard.
So what we do is every day,
Technically
You must go up up up.
Very high
We never reach that
So we try,
You know we challenge
Let's do better next time."
Written by: Ki Ra
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