Detected
Hip-Hop/Rap
Detected은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 2025년 5월 9일일에 Gold Tip Records에서 발매되었습니다.Detected - Single
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.
BPM68
크레딧
실연 아티스트
AC
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Alec Clark
작사가 겸 작곡가
Andrew Clark
편곡자
Julian T Council
편곡자
가사
[Intro]
There he is!
We got you now, motherfucker!
Shit! Where’d he go?!
Let’s go around back.
Ahhh, I lost him! Fuck!
[Verse 1]
Flippin’ it up, yuh, till I put it down,
Y’all can tell that I ain’t fucking ‘round.
I keep the bar leveled when I make a sound,
I’m talking hard metal, dirty underground.
I ain’t gon’ stop shining till you hear me out,
Top diamond in my city—wow!
Y’all sleeping, what you dreaming ‘bout?
Dreams right here, I hope you hear me now.
Yeah, this is that shit, baby, stick to the programs.
Yeah, I’m really just coding.
Implant the chip, take a bit, hit encrypt
Till it’s frozen, all the files I’ve stolen.
Watch what you get—shit’s a trip,
I’m the virus that’s cloned in.
Red dot when I’m domed in,
Still only one in an infinite, easy to notice.
All the rest are just bogus, I’m never folding—ha, naw!
Akudama’s in my section, couldn’t handle my perfections.
666 lethal injections, there ain’t shit I ain’t detecting.
Hope you bitches get the message, show my ass, enjoy my stenches.
Really nothing but relentless, energetic with redemption,
Godsent in my reflection.
Full clip with full extensions,
Masked off with full protection.
Gassed out up in the Lexus,
Tracked down and lost connections.
Four-cornered intersections,
Come in contact with the bestest.
[Pre-Chorus]
What? Don’t want me breathing now?
Hard-headed, ain’t gon’ beat me now.
I’ll smoke some hard lettuce just to bring me down—
Goddamn!
[Chorus]
Ayy, ayy, think you could kill me how?
So vibrant as my soul comes out.
Throw lightning ‘cause I’m oh so foul,
Send a gold titan and a hellish bound.
Bitch, I’m stone Midas, take a look around—
Everything I touch turns golden.
That’s my life, look at why I’m chosen,
Really just focused.
[Verse 2]
I’m really that top 10, yuh,
But you could get rid of the zero.
Where’s my cape? Where’s my vape? Hah!
‘Cause this world’s in need of a hero.
Opposites attract, 4 body bags,
Better watch what you speak, bro.
Once I make it back and get this shit on track,
I’ll be looking like Robert De Niro.
Bring back the zeros, count up the money bag,
I’m sauce-dripping in my turtleneck.
Find me off flipping in my turbo jet,
I’ve got a hard vision for my OnlyFans.
I’m in the lab jotting ‘fore I etch a sketch,
My dogs barking—go n’ get the fetch.
A hard bargain for the way I am,
Triple top diamond when I squeeze da yams.
I’m hard-fighting, tryna beat the man,
I’m far nicer, hit the Diddy dance.
Got some gold shining on my giggy pants,
I’m with some gold miners and a vicious clan.
A couple old-timers in they Jimmy Jams,
Throw some hard lightning when I say Shazam!
Time-lapsed out in Michigan,
Bet your ass that we ain’t gon’ miss again—Goddamn!
[Bridge]
Hit the low, feel me though—
This is the shit I been reppin’.
When you go, hit the scope,
And tell your friend it’s a go,
Know that that shit is just already detected.
This shit perfected,
Look at the shit I’m deflectin’.
Look at the wood that I’m pecking,
Middle fingers to these chumps thinking
They could pop out, fix a shot,
Like that would just end him.
Count up these blessings…
[Verse 3]
Invincible, mistletoe—oh, here we go.
Chu already know—unkissable,
Tongue twisted & flexible,
Dumb-witted, exceptional.
Come with it and test this flow,
Overseas, over cheese,
Scanning from head to toe.
Sauced out in Aventadors,
Criss-crossed, it’s inevitable.
Borderline too impeccable,
How I set the ropes,
Turn your head to a vegetable—
I really just meant it though.
I’m too grimy but respectable,
Too shiny and detectable.
I hope the goons find me and accept defeat—
Naw, homie, you can’t wreck this beat.
To the fakes who said I was never meant to be—
Line ‘em up, then get ‘em off they knees.
Put the tags on and wait for me,
Iced up looking Krispy Kreme.
A .45 and some wintergreen,
Keep it cool, you won’t miss a thing—
Minty clean, my regime.
I told y’all I’d make it painless.
Looking like itchy fiends,
Wicked screams when you looking in my stainless,
Sniffing my fragrance in the moonlight.
Shit’s really clear when the moon’s bright.
This shit ignites up my temple,
This kinda shit gets the mood right.
This is that shit make you mental ooh!
I’m still feeling ooh fine.
Get the two knives and poof—
Got two spines, too aligned.
You die—out for blood,
Too alive!
Ill mind, wind chimes,
Tube pipes—who’s right?
Who’s wrong? Who’s life?
Who’s gone? Who’s on?
Who’s time? Who’s who?
Foo fight, too high,
Trippy vibes, too hype.
Blues clues, 3 to 5,
Dream life, lullaby.
Closed eyes, bye-bye—
Diddy bye, motherfucker!
[Outro]
(Dialogue – to be displayed like captions)
Shit… he ain’t breathing, man.
Man, fuck that motherfucker!
Real narc-ass motherfucker in the system of control.
Let’s get the fuck up out of here, homie,
Before I get detected!
Yo, hurry up!
777 gang shit, ya dig?
AC, motherfucker!
Stop putting dirt on my name, ya heard?
Shit gets real out here, you feel me?
Only come with that street talk—
Oh shit, they found me! Ahhhhhh!!
Written by: Alec Clark
