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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.
가사
(Yeah)
Have you ever seen a real life superhero?
I remember the time I saw the first one
The year was 2012
I was in math class, looking out the window
Imagine how the wind blow
Something was so different in the air that time around
I remember
Cause I was the only one around, I
Sat in class trying to focus
But everything else had our focus
How could we stay focused?
When the whole world tryna fold us
Let me, let me
Tryna look at the blackboard
But nothing for a black boy, huh?
I remember what they whispered
Never told us, but I remember, I remember, I remember
I remember all the graffiti on the doors
I remember how nobody gave a fuck what we did indoors
So many things that happen
Ignored
I remember that first breeze when you stepped outside
It's always different
The world is cold, but that was colder
I felt somebody tapping on my shoulder
Aren't you supposed to be in class?
Ah shit
Nah, ****, I'm playing with you
Fuck that
Damn, bro, I really thought that wasn't the teacher
Like what are you even doing here?
Man, I ain't got time for that bullshit
Hey, yo, listen, look, look, look
I got some **** that I want to introduce
They sitting in the parking lot in BMWs
Used to say, what's up?
But something is off
They say, what's up?
But something is off
Like, make it make sense
Omari shouldn't even have those type of friends
When was the first time you saw a superhero?
Fuck the question
What's the first time you experienced a supervillain?
I can tell
That was that time in 2012
I mean
Omari, we gotta get back to class
Now, I'm walking back
Now, I'm walking back
Change
It will never be the same
Maybe it's too late
But Omari, just wait, wait, wait, wait
Fastforward couple hours go by and we walking home together
We walk the same path like we grew up together
Children laughing in the park
Big trees, landmarks, made it familiar
But Omari's face was very stale and very dark
The absence of a light source, always ready to fight wars
Something was off, like something tipped the scales
Heavy hearted, Omari kept on walking, drinking hand like you do on sunny days
His backpack heavy, almost scratched the pavement
Took a turn to the alley we call Valley of Death
Old **** lurking, smoking be dancing on the breath
Designer fits top to bottom, like they tryna to make a statement
Omari dapped him up and something, slipping up, he's feeling flagrant
Ha, like they was 20, he was 12
It was early 2012, early 20s, already dodging 12 and a cell
Tattoos with roman numerals to honor homies resting at funerals
Nod of approval
They looked around, he looked around, they coming closer
He wonder if the end is coming closer?
Look at this, my ****
I'm just gonna tell you truth
I swear by my right hand that I'm a hand
Everything I need, I got the information that could make you a millionaire
And I know your mama, she probably is struggling with the bills
She got the mortgage, she got the car, she got the baby, too, right?
She got this other ****, but he ain't doing shit right?
I know it's true, cause I've been there too, little ****
And I'ma help you be the truth, young ****
I'ma give you a little game, a little, what you gotta do
You see this bag right here?
Just take it, you take it, scale it, flip it
Like you learned in school, and you weigh it up
And then you take the portions, and you walk to the other parts of town
Where they don't want us around
And you sell that shit, and you sell that shit
They pimping us, we pimping them
Sell extra high to the **** that looking like Eminem
That extra dollar that ain't harming them, I promise that ain't harming them
Never let no man disrespect you, put the harm on them
Here's a 9, ****, whatever you do with them
It's not my problem, it's not my choice
But make sure, if they ever disrespect you, they won't even have a choice
Promise me you shoot him now if they disrespecting your pride
Your pride is everything, you know you have to keep it inside
So you better do whatever you gotta do
Make your money right, get your family right
Be a man, do your money right
Get the bag, it's understood
Gotta do this for my hood
Now he's walking to the station, playing games, no PlayStation
He was selling shit like there was no tomorrow
Hoping all this money could solve all of his sorrows
Change
It will never be the same
Maybe it's too late, but Omari, just wait
Change
They will never be the same
Maybe it's too late, but Omari, just wait, wait, wait, wait
Weeks go by and I don't see Omari that often
We always hear the story, but they always blow out of the proportion
But I remember, his mama told him that she should have gone through with that
Abortion
And there he was, going through school with the Louis bag, the Gucci cap
Brother dressed in all black, dripped out and all the girls in class
Like the attention that came with all of that
Feeling like the man now, He finally got the respect he felt like he deserved
Feeling proud, something that he never heard
I said, hey yo, what's up man?
How you doing?
Where you been man?
Where you been?
Where you been?
Why you talking to me like that?
Man, I said shut the fuck up ****
Nah, nah, nah, nah, nah
Bro, bro, I was, I was, I said, a-a-a
Man, shut the fuck up
Man, man, man
Lame ass ****, regardless
Go do your math or whatever the fuck you do
No, bro, come on, you my homie, come on
**** don't talk to me!
He came home early that one day
Bad feeling at the doorstep
Couldn't shake it away
The screams they reaching the ceiling
Found his mom on the floor
Stepfather stepping on her
She was reaching for the door
He could feel it in his core
Man, Omari couldn't take it anymore
Seeing his hero terrorized and abused
And all the time that she lied on the way
She got them bruised
You can't hide behind excuse
After excuse
And Omari had to defuse
He was reaching for the backpack, and that shit has come to use
Eyes blazing
Took out the chrome
Aimed it at him
Loading the weight
Stepfather looking at him
Life flashing
Eyes wide open
Realized his mistakes
He didn't want this beef
Now his life is at stake
Oh, you either make up or you break up
I make motherfucker never wake up
(Wake up, wake up)
His mother saw a killer in her son's eyes
Screaming Omari, no
And he said, sorry mother, but it's already too late
This is your final mistake
Then Omari squeezed
Sending 8 shots in his face
Sealing his faith
(Wake up)
Written by: Elias Hellgren, Fatima Grut Conteh, Hakeem Martin, Victor Hellgren
