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。
BPM132
歌詞
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
One for the Brainsick people
Never made it equal
Two's for the sicko sequel
I been known to get in your cerebral
Some say I'm evil
And I be like motherfucker, **** blocka, blocka with the Eagle
I will just pop and drop it so up evil
Hit you with choppa, choppa 'til you see through
I'm chained up like a pitbull
You got a rude awakening, **** Rick Ru'
You talkin' shit, I'll leave you froze up like an igloo
The megalodon and you're lookin' like you're fish food
The Megatron and I'm finna shoot a missile
I drop the bomb, homie shoot up your tissue
You hit my phone if you do got an issue
Then they gon' fuck with me, shoot through your tissue
Now I got your base too shook
Throw your meat up in a pot and maybe they will cook
They be talkin' 'bout the Brain like maybe they is crooks
Your body bloody in a coffin, **** they will put
The heat up in the kitchen **** like a label should
You want a whoopin', come to missou, ride around this neighborhood
I took 'em all to wocka blocka, **** they was good
I beat you all into submission, blood a baby could
Shit, I'm off of the long kong and I'm all hit up
Raw with the chainsaw 'til they all give up
They don't want me on the corner, blood I leave 'em all hit up
But I wanna hold my breath like you bitches all hiccups
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a tiger by his toe
I'm low and then they go in, no shit
Murder, death, kill, anybody want it, won't you come and get it
I be posted with the homies, Brainsick, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
And they don't want that Wu-Tang flow
Big Daddy Kane and when I came in with the new Kangol
You brought no pistol, **** tell me, what do you bang fo'?
I'm runnin' past you motherfuckers like I'm Usain Bolt
I'm runnin' races, goin' places, ****, you can't go
It's Mortal Kombat and you people with the Liu Kang flow
When chewin' on your face, it tasted like a new mango
And pull up on you, pistol hangin' out the Durango, ****
I go with the flow, told you, I'm fo' reala
Pot, bodies get dropped on the fo' wheeler
Brain full of insane like I'm known ****
Told you **** from the get go I'm a gorilla
Bullets rip up your tissue
I've been this sick, if you got an issue
Chop off ya head, then I kill ya bitch too
I bring a blade that cut like gut in two
You did it, but we're underneath
You played it cool because you knew that I would bust the heat
You're lookin' for the way to get out but you're stuck with me
The bodies pile up, bite 'em all up, **** trust the leap
I wish you would 'cause I'ma put a foot way up beneath
Fuck it, yes, I'll bust a cap, a ****'s butt will leak
And that's a fact I double back to where your brostas be
You shoulda thought about that shit before you fuck with me ****
They wolfin' on the phone, when I show up, they all hit up
They stick around so I could be there and they all get up
If anybody speak about the Brain, they all lit up
Take a trip into my mind, I give you all venom
Eenie, meenie, miney, mo, catch a tiger by his toe
I'm low and then they go in, no shit
Murder, death, kill, anybody want it, won't you come and get it
I be posted with the homies, Brainsick ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Murder, death, kill, ****
Written by: Michael Johnson


