Faculty 由 Nothing Above Money Entertainment 于 2026年3月27日 发行，作为专辑“What You Sow - Single”的一部分。
BPM72
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。
歌词
They used to follow the North Star
And flee North to escape slavery
But when the overseers
Watching from satellites
It’s like
It’s no escape
So when the world
In flames
They gone ask for Raen…
MV! What
Used think I could be more
B more like the orioles
But Ima Nat
All I know is win W on my hat
So they always try to throw me off
Like Bryce Harper at bat
Soul food to Cashville
Ask Harper bout that
The world feels smaller
The farther the I step
I'm just trying to get this money
Is there a problem wit that
Scouting the dead presidents
Like prospects
Every neighborhoods a hood
And Every projects a project
What man don't want to provide and protect,
Your secrets protected
Feel like the only thing constant
In this scientific method
One big experiment,
Of experiences
& I'm experienced
Trying to Get my sperm in
I'm serious
Feel like the faculty
Feel like M.L.K on the balcony
Before his last breath
But no reason to fear death
Shout out to my M town crips that looked out for me
But Im from the Nationals capital
Image Nat going international
Hanging in these in these streets
Gasping for breath
Freedom ink
You ain’t get to the cash yet?
Its like the faculty
Feel like M.L.K on the balcony
Before his last breath
But no reason to fear death
Shout out to my M town crips that looked out for me
But Im from the Nationals capital
Image Nat going international
I'm just working on my income
Praying on the outcome
Trying not to get x'd
Like Malcom,
Malcom X
Assassinated by someone of his own. Complex-ion
Gun they say don't leave the house wit out wit one
They say a lot of things but ain't bout none
But I put nothing pass em
And doubt none
But how many bullets
How many Feds can you out run
How many k’s how many 9's
Crossed that Mason Dixon line
I can't get right
They want me wit that white girl
Serve her, but I'm sipping dirty sprite think I might earl
Eat til Puke they spooked living in my world
But Back before I was 22
I asked them what they gonna do, now it's like...
When the reaper came down
Reaching
This that Ima get it,
Armageddon the preacher
Was preaching
That never budging judgment
The pastors was speaking
Priest
1st and 2nd reading
It’s like the faculty
Feel like M.L.K on the balcony
Before his last breath
But no reason to fear death
Shout out to my M town crips that looked out for me
But Im from the Nationals capital
Image Nat going international
Hanging in these in these streets
Gasping for breath
Freedom ink
You ain’t get to the cash yet?
Its like the faculty
Feel like M.L.K on the balcony
Before his last breath
But no reason to fear death
Shout out to my M town crips that looked out for me
But Im from the Nationals capital
Image Nat going international
I see you youngin
Choking on that tree
Reaching for a branch
Only grabbing a leaf
Looking for a chance
Never given an opportunity
To get on your feet
With a breath in your lungs
Live your l.i.f.e
Whipped by the power of the P
Breaking you breaking your pockets
12 years a slave like hold stop it
Vietnam Russian rockets
Like hold up shawty
Don't be rushing to get up in my pockets
It don’t matter
If your light skin caramel or chocolate
After I'm done wit that kitty
You gonna have to chalk it
9 times
Then Beat it up Eternally in hell
While all the dogs in heaven
To be apart how does it feel
Uh huh..
Of the Faculty
Feel like M.L.K on the balcony
Before his last breath
But no reason to fear death
Shout out to my M town crips that looked out for me
But Im from the Nationals capital
Image Nat going international
Hanging in these in these streets
Gasping for breath
Like Freedom ink
You ain’t get to the cash yet?
Freedom ink
You ain’t get to the cash yet?
Written by: Michael Victor Whatley
