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。
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制作
出演艺人
AC
表演者
作曲和作词
Alec Clark
词曲作者
Andrew Clark
编曲
Julian T Council
编曲
歌词
[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

