旋律
歌曲有多麼清晰易記且符合明確音樂模式的旋律。通常,旋律分明的作品會擁有清晰易記的器樂或人聲主線。
原聲音質
此指標衡量一首歌曲在多大程度上依賴原聲樂器 (例如鋼琴、吉他、小提琴、鼓、薩克斯風),而非電子或數位合成音效
Valence
歌曲透過和聲與節奏所傳達的音樂積極性或情感基調。數值高通常對應快樂、興奮或愉悅感,數值低則與悲傷、憤怒或憂鬱相關。
節奏感
綜合了節拍穩定性、節奏型態與重拍強度等多重因素,以判定一首歌曲適合跳舞的程度。一首「節奏感強」的歌曲,通常具備穩定的速度、重複的音樂結構與明顯的強拍。
輕快
曲目的律動感可能受節奏快慢、音量起伏與聲譜密度所影響。較輕快的歌曲通常節奏強勁,編曲豐滿;反之,不太輕快的歌曲則可能編曲簡約、節奏較慢。
BPM104
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積分
演出藝人
Onyx
演出者
詞曲
Stephen Anderson
作曲家
Tyrone Taylor
作曲家
Fred Scruggs
作曲家
Sticky Fingaz
作曲家
B. Sandlin
作曲家
製作與工程團隊
Bud-da
製作人
DJ LS ONE
混音師
Ken "Supa Engineer" Duro
混音師
歌詞
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 188)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (come on)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (what? What? What?)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club (come on), baby show some love (uh-huh, yeah)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? React!)
Real thug shit unplugged
Ladies lust, angel dust, aim and bust
Bitches who nod, the bulletproof ride's coke in my eyes
And got me shootin' at a ghost 'cause it looks alive
Too close, antidote, leaks of gun smoke
Here to get those, snakes get it the most
G's overdose, we wreck toast to death notes
Tech blows, I only put a hole in your leg so
(Ladies and gentlemen)
It's going on right now
Official Nast' don't be playin' around, we lay it down
Dead you, for the whole win, leave you frozen
Crime scene reporter snapshots like you posin'
You got in the way, sorry to say
You shoulda known, shinin' on Sonsee's not in the day
All the **** in my zone, my close affiliates
Be rippin' it illin' it adrenaline spendin' and killin' shit (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (react)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love (what?)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (yeah, yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what?)
Yo, yo
I'm on some other shit, run up on your mother shit
Hockey mask, black tape, tapin' up your baby brother shit
Two guns, one in your face, one in my waist
Empty the safe, hit 'em with the Glock he caught a stray shot
Fucked his girl and made him watch, made a death wish
I cut his throat now wear that like a necklace, respect this
22shots bodily harm, goodbye to your legs
Goodbye to arms goodbye to your moms
The shit'll happen so fast, the gut blast left his brains on the glass
In a dash I snatched the cash and fled off in a flash
The only thing I ever lost I couldn't find was time
Son some crackers locked me up that's how I lost my mind
Hit him from behind four times and toss the nine, fuck him
He didn't listen told him give me the shine
The sick shit is when the police, came around to get me
The killers who was with me, snitchin' sayin' it was 50 (uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (Uh-huh, uh-huh)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? What!)
Fuck the rap skit, X and the drug complex (uh)
When convicts'll start conflicts, kill they own accomplice
Life in the drain **** money's got my gold chain thicker (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Whole brain sicker, hall of fame **** (yeah, yeah!)
From coast to coast I keep the toast
My weekly gross, leave you deeply froze
Half dead close to ghost, yo, you heartless
Your heart pump piss, regardless if you a thug or rap artist (uuh!)
I seen death, almost died twice tonight
Sell my own mother out if the price is right
I hate life, gimme the Glock
About to join Biggie and 'Pac and you comin' like it or not
Get off me! Let me go, don't hold me back
Where my real thugs at? Baby throw your gut
Sticky fingaz, from out your darkest fears
I make you meet your maker, make you meet the man upstairs
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (what? What?) (Get her)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (uh-huh)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (yeah)
Kill it in the club, baby show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby throw your guts (throw your guts)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back (what?) Get rocked what, react (react!)
Killin' it (kill it in the club! What? What?)
Killin' it
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw you gats (yeah)
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (what? What? What?)
Kill it in the club, baby, show some love (Uh, yeah)
My real thugs, where you at? Baby, throw your gats (Official Nast')
To all the ladies in the spot, show me what you got (amen)
Fake cats in the back, get rocked what, react (Onyx)
Killin' it
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight 118) (yeah)
Word up yo, official Nast'
Gettin' cream, onyx, we move with the many crews
We let you know right now, we shuttin' shit down
98, word up get your shit straight
You think your shit hot? Stick your shit up
What? Bring your shit to the club
Bring your heat to the street
Official Nast', shuttin' shit down, what?
(Ladies and gentlemen)
(Welcome aboard Official Nastee Airlines, flight, 188)
Written by: B. Sandlin, Bruce David Sandlin, Fred Scruggs, Harry H. Jr. Scorzo, Scruggs Fred Jr., Stephen Anderson, Sticky Fingaz, Tyrone Taylor

