CtrlAltDelete
10
Hip-Hop/Rap
CtrlAltDelete 由 Sony Music Entertainment 于 2021年7月29日 发行,作为专辑“WE R ALL DELINQUENTS”的一部分。
旋律性
歌曲的曲调是否清晰易记,是否遵循了明确的音乐模式。旋律性强的歌曲一般具有清晰、令人难忘的器乐或声线。
不插电
衡量一首歌曲对不插电乐器(例如钢琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、萨克斯)而非电子或数字合成的依赖程度
Valence
通过歌曲的和声和节奏成分,传达的音乐积极性或情感基调。高情感值与幸福、兴奋和愉悦的感觉相对应,而低情感值则与悲伤、愤怒或忧郁有关。
舞蹈性
综合各种因素,包括节奏的稳定性、节奏模式和节拍重点,来确定一首歌曲是否适合跳舞。一首“适合跳舞”的歌曲可能具有稳定的节奏、重复的音乐结构和强烈的重拍。
能量
曲目的感知强度,可能受节奏、动态和音乐紧凑程度的影响。一首高能量的歌曲可能节奏欢快、乐器编配丰富,而一首低能量的歌曲则可能音乐编配简洁、节奏较慢。
BPM81
制作
出演艺人
Delinquent Society
表演者
作曲和作词
Delinquent Society
作曲家
制作和工程
Chin Jo
制作人
NAV-EYE
制作人
歌词
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, I don't play)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, okay)
When I crash hit Ctrl, Alt, Delete
I'ma leave you all under me deceased
I ain't with the fuckery, ain't comparin' me
Stole the fuckin' show, this a hold-up, this a burglary
Aye, aye, line 'em up and hit 'em with that .45 and that K.K.
All these little rappers, they just copy, and they paste, paste
Stay the hell away from me, bro, I need all the space, space
Put you in your place, ain't no goin' backspace (Spacebar)
So, your bitch wanna know where my casa is
So, I told her meet me somewhere at alas-sais
Made her spread her legs while drivin' on a longcut
That's what you get tryna stop us using shortcuts, yeah
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
Do my dance, then I flee to the scene (To the scene)
Rub my hands when I see enemies
'Cause you know what I'll be doin' when I see them motherfuckers
Talk that shit, boy, you finna be deleted on the scene, boy
You're good at scrappin', maybe on a Gameboy
When I crash, I don't have any control overrides
And the system no refresh at all
Act like a NPC (What?), you should know your role (Okay)
Your mind is like a bot, roaming on your own
Kill them twice, no revives, see no light
I'm the master in this shit, no more lives, no more lies, uh
Always makin' tracks that might go well
Fusr is a boss, not like Michael
Michael who? Michael Scott, he's Steve Carell
Gotta get my stripes like a gazelle
Twenty-eight medals like Michael Phelps
Me and my kawals never take no L's
Never AWOL, never say farewell, but well
Gotta go pack my bags, huh
Gotta get back to Sac (Okay)
Gotta work hard, workin' abroad, packin' up racks and racks (Yeah)
Gotta get carts at a Walmart, I'm tellin' you facts, no cap
Every day, back-to-back, I don't slack, that's whack
All your fuckin' posts are whack, and you'll get no likes for that
Triple six on the number-pad, I'm the demon on your Mac
You ain't witty even on that QWERTY
Soaking on that social media shit won't get you plenty
This ain't G.T.A., you ain't got no lives to play
If you wanna be a robber, better hide your face
Vice's all over the city, Tommy with the yay
Hit 'em with K, so you better pay
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, I don't play)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Press delete)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Get out my face)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Aye, yo, gimme space)
When I crash, I Ctrl, Alt, Delete (Yeah, okay)
Written by: Delinquent Society

