Wlix은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1995년 2월 28일일에 RCA Records Label에서 발매되었습니다.Coast II Coast
BPM93
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
Ya dumb dunce, it goes –
Once upon the rhyme, Jack is out to clench a fist
And drop flows that gets deep like The Abyss
All in this – freestyles wild when I'm throwin' this
Non-bogus brothers, shake the hip and toe, and just – get involved
Roll with the soul, make the head nod
Look at the bash, slash back, I kick the abstract
Make brothers say, "Damn, that rap's fat," recline that ass back
A smack-back and slap from Wildchild with the ramshack
I used to pick up the damn slack bed on the ramps back
In the days, when Eric, was in the, honey phase
Nowadays, turn in applications
Rockin' the Appalachians with the ladies with the sexy activations
On the Blackwatch, I own a black watch, although I'm Black, watch
You want to – confront who? A microphone check, one, two
Complicated for ya (Yeah)
I got the naps that break the picks
Plus the props from Tha Liks
Hahaa, Loot Pack's on the rise
Sayin' "Liks, Liks, Liks, boy – run your backside"
Yo, J-Ro, Madlib, my man
Just – get on the mic and please arise the jam
I bust the animated suspension, vocabulary wack MC prevention
My division is itchin' for the switch
Pitchin' upon the West Coast, the best brag and boast
Braggadocious, ferocious emotional osmosis
I skip like a stone when I lake over a break
I rip microphones and I take over the fake creWWWs
I wish I could sing like Smokey do
But I'm vocally loc'ing with the Loot Pack crew
I'm Madlib the Bad Kid, brothers try to do what I did
Back in junior high, 'cause I'm fly with my
Vocabulary tradition, total chaos
Rhythmatic static, in fact, they case erase, so stay off
'Cause nobody knows how it goes with the flows
And rows of hoes froze, chosen, bust erosion on the lows when
The ill speak, plus Tha Liks' knot thick
Mad quick to rock ya lip, like Hip-Hop to grits
But yo, freak this, I come with uniqueness
I'm like Pepé Le Pew, you hoes are my weakness
Back in high school, you didn't think I could get nifty
Now I'm on your magazine rack down at Thrifty
Since '83, I been housin' folks
All the way from Orange Country out to Thousand Oaks
It ain't a-nother rapper in the country that can crunch me
If you don't believe me – run up and try to punch me
I flip the funk like Monk Higgins when I'm diggin'
I'm swiggin' on a Snapple, 'cause my crew be wicked when we gig it
I rock the mad vocab, when my toe jabs, I'm so bad
I make you flow bad, like when I blow lads to pieces
No releases on the two steel wheels
Comes the lyrical skills that kills more ducks than oil spills
My **** run for the hills, I can track 'em through the mountains
Rico kick that kind of shit that got more bounce than Roger Troutman
So pass the weed to the top top-seed
With lyrics as deadly as the VD's that make ya lungs bleed
Plus, I dig like coal miners, through the crates of old-timers
I be blowin' up the spots, like dynamite, with one-liners
Oh, reminder – to my ex-bitch, when I find ya
I'ma smack you for them times I had to star-69 ya
So D-Loc, my **** with the hat to the back
Get on the mic and show these **** where you at
Here I am, doing shows, wall to wall
Eight stacks tall, I still won't fall
Never will I be sell-out poverty, some don't believe in me
Still I get my verbs on, my verse on, I raps long
You're dead wrong, all in all
Should say the sale starts, when A&R says go
You start with the dope verse, and you're sold
Now you're on clearance when the record starts sellin'
But I'm not willin', to be uncovered from the depths of the under
I'm under, for the duration
The past, present, future revelation
I gain the trust of those who comprehend
Because they know I send **** through the other end
Of this industry, commercial side envies me
Females are freakin' me, no time for 'em
At least not yet, just a few that I will call bitch
I'm not a player, strict rhyme sayer, say your prayers
Now I lay me down to sleep
Don't sleep, I'm on the creep
To invade the homes of the ill-minded
I find it's fat, rewind it back – slack, not here, boy
Wack to the skull-crack when I attack
Unleashin' crazy chaos, you're way off, so stay off
I'm about to blast off
Written by: Dudley Perkins, Eric Brooks, Jack Brown, James Anthony Robinson, Otis Jackson, Rex Smith

