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。
BPM77
歌词
My life flashes, I'm eight years old
My face stares cold at the pastor as he pace up the road
He reads a chapter, his voice is like grabbing my soul
The scenes turn blacker, and finally it fades out slow
The here and after, a whole brand new screen show
I hear laughter, it's my birthday, I'm eighteen years old
I'm on Gates between Monroe, eight fiends and young hoes
Deflate dreams with gun blows, wake screams and blood rolls
Up, they lit it, some hit it, I'm drunk
So much that I can't see straight
Another flash, I'm in a fancy place
A waiter walks over, hands me a plate
I transit to escape, but it's too late
I see my casket, my moms screaming, "Bastard
Y'all know who killed him, filled him with the blue guns
Rugers, you god damn hoodlums"
But it's too late, I see the king in the new Jerusalem
I can touch it, dig it
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
Was this my fate to be judged in this place?
Angels watching me, I step up to plead my case
I see his face in black space, okay, let me back-trace
Something went wrong between that gat in my waist
Something went wrong between the slow reaction
When they were clapping my way, is this the judgment?
The place where every thug has been
After hearing gunfire and slugs go in?
Are you the chosen or the one known as the omen?
The gates are open, I wanna know where I'm going
Is this the place I was destined to come?
I slept in the slums next to a bum
Saw death, pestilence and guns
I was born cold, naked and young, mouth open
Rain splashing off the cardboard, wetting my tongue
We prayed for the shepherd to come
I was called a monster, I was a youngster
Crawled out the dumpster, toes were bloody
Clothes were muddy, eyes were cruddy
Peeped to the skies above me, cried, "I'm ugly"
Found out this life don't love me
Despised by the country, paralyzed in my one knee
Talk to the most high, please hug me, it's real, real
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
No, no, no, no, no, no
Priesthood, Savoy Murda
G13, what's popping?
No, no, no, oh
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
It's real, it's real
It's real
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
Time keep on ticking
Stay focused, ain't no time for politicking
Gotta keep our young brothers out of prison
Every day I breathe, it feels like a mission, listen
Written by: REED, W


