Underground
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Hip-Hop
Underground은(는) {albumName} 앨범에 수록된 곡으로 1997년 1월 1일일에 Psycho+Logical-Records에서 발매되었습니다.Get on Your Knees / Underground - EP
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.
BPM88
크레딧
실연 아티스트
Necro
실연자
작곡 및 작사
Necro
작곡가, 가사
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Necro
프로듀서
가사
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
Or have they
Yoh, man, motherfuckers are clowns man, hip-hop's too nice
It's too pretty
What are you gonna do to it Necro?
Take a razor, and slice it!
(Yo, peep this shit like this)
Kill the head, kill the body, and knows who I'mma ruin
When I float like a dead body and sting like peroxide on wounds
I'm rollin' a fatty like death is comin', believe it
Recognize the chain of command I deliver the pain, and receive it
Brain washing has officially begun
Kid you peep a psycho holdin a butcher knife dancin' like rerun
It's rainin', as God pisses on earth
I drop bile like a vagina dismisses at birth
Devour my shower that's golden
I'm puffing the sacks, golden
Smoldered flesh, holding the fresh, cancer-infested colon
How can I make my point to you fools?
I'll drop a dead A&R off a roof
And on his chest it'll say: "Necro rules"
I'm above the constitution
My shit stays bubblin' like burnt flesh
My rhymes are acid in Clorox solution
Your eyes will burn once the acid hits
You'll be blinded like Rosie O'Donnell
Jumped up ten feet in the air and flashed her tits
Life is shady G in 1976 my parents created me
I've been flippin' since 1983
I always took pain as a gain
When I was six I cracked my head open
And looked in the mirror and saw my brain
Wonder why I'm like an icicle?
At five I was hit by a car ridin' my tricycle, a hit and run, son
Mad young in the hospital receivin' stitches made me vicious
Peeping cretins with Mephisto in their eyes made me suspicious
Runnin through Glenwood PJ's, as a young buck
I didn't dance that fresh, I burnt ants to death
Taste me you will see more is all you need
Dedicated to how I'm killin' you!
You're unhealthy you're a felon P.O. checks your bladder
You're an addict, if you beat me I'll deliver you death on a platter
The customer's always right, but this time the customer's left
On a stretcher gaspin' for breath
The cipher flows like rolly polly, kill yourself slowly
Plus you're already dead if you're homely
So bitch, there's a little red dot on your skull, so pray
Most of New York's population is filled with mental patients
Pretendin' to be normal, pretendin' to be mental patients
Gotham got rapists by the pile
Watch out for goons of vile infested smiles
And dreams of molestin' your child
You gotta pack a black Glock with the
Extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose
If he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag of dro's when
Listenin' to brutal shit like this
You gotta rock a lamb skin with the
Spermicide for nasty bitch
Make sure your girl's syphilis clean
Before I slide my tongue up in her
Don't you dare ruin my dinner
My ventriloquism hits you like ism
Sprayed with Raid mixed with pissim mixed blades butchery sadism
I rip your gap, when I twist my wrists
One finger, two finger, three fingers, four fingers, fuck it the whole fist
Rammed up your wife's ass gets murdered type fast
Blast scum up on your beastly mask, a dirty fleshpipe splash
Call, plumbing we're coming inside sluts like Kimberly Drummond
You know the steez, I slay my prey, day by day
Kill yourself, on some euthanasia shit
Rockin Timb's with razors on the tip
Today's the day to flip on a decapitation tip
I'm fascinated with leavin' you lacerated split
On point like an assassination hit your knot
Some one to have patience with, I'm better off lettin' off
Two clips at you face set it off to decide who's better off deaded off
Inject 'til you feel correct, feel the effects of my hex
Force you to have sex with techs, chopped at funeral next
Buy my poison I got triple six in my beeper
I talk to myself cause givin' my own self therapy's cheaper
The violence hits you like a spliff filled with some holy pot
Penetrate your skull like an Obituary riff from "Slowly We Rot"
You'll soon be fractions, a numerator
Over denominator when I play dominator
When you're dead your brain's enbalmed with data
Peepin' Vietnam through Vader, futuristic butcher CD-ROM cremator
Your spine cracks in 3-D like Imax
You won't be Superman no more, feel the pain climax
No anesthesia, even if the doctor takes some codeine and combines crack
That's fine packed and mixed with phenobarbital liquid
And a Raid sprayed dime sack, nuttin' numbs your future sums
I threw you in a wheel chair you're a crumb
A pebble, a worm, a snail
I'll be a mental patient with a red afro on thorazine when you inhale
Uh, uh uh, another blunt filled with dust
And another blunt filled, and another blunt filled
And another blunt filled with dust
Last week someone tried to put me in a coffin
That's the second time a **** try to kill me
I'm startin' to feel important
For some cats smilin' ain't their style
But there's something so evil about seeing a murderous smile it's vile
Gore is a tattoo on your mind, suicide's a laxative
It'll eat you up inside like you swallowed maggots by accident
I main line to maintain
I'm fightin' the biggest fight of my life, stayin' sane
You gotta pack a black Glock with the
Extra clip when shit gets thick
You gotta punch a kid dead in the nose
If he ever tries to front and dis
You need to puff a bag of dro's when
Listenin' to brutal shit like this
Yo you gotta rock a lamb skin with the
Spermicide for nasty bitch
(You fuckin' dirt bags, word is bond, you muthafuckas got a problem)
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
(Go home and play some shit, that's wassup)
Maybe someone is digging underground
(We ill though you fag. Whatever, I fucked up, man I can fuckin' come back)
Or I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
(I'll punch you in your fuckin' head, who you think chief cock?)
(We was just playin' with ya!)
Maybe someone is digging underground (The basses)
(Wizz jerks on the basses)
Or I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Maybe someone is digging underground
(Chuck on production, and Petie as ya boss)
(Petie Zucsel)
Or I keep straining my ears to hear a sound
Written by: Necro
