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。
BPM153
歌詞
Those who are indifferent do not see others
They are nothing for others and are unconcerned
With what might happen to them
They are surrounded by a great emptiness
Filled by in fact
They're devoid of all hope as well as imagination
In other words, they are devoid of a future
Where do we fear death at the end
Okay
A stay slanderous, vacate Nazareth
I just came back **** thank Saint Lazarus
God flow make a **** pray we can't catch him
And this crazy land active 'til the day change African
8th gate shattering, they can't challenge you
Pouring champagne on your grave brain cannabis
To mix with your remains, smoking A-grade pack of 'em
**** played games 'til the game came after 'em
Ha, but now jig is so up
I'm here to take the system over, I'm into solar
Might hit your bitch and hit the doja, I spit from Hova
I hit the strip and switch the tone up, and switch the flow up
Like, what are the options
Running, be covered in blood from your nostrils
**** be talking, they're ducking and dodging
Bitch, I ain't fucking with none of the nonsense
Bro I don't know are you summoning hoe
I'm a son of a bitch, I'm a cussing conflict
Stuck in the mud, I ain't running from nothing
Run up on me, you get thrown in the garbage? Yeah
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my fate, God is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
We might all die based on the action
When you gone people like to have you
When you wrong, people like to cancel
When you wrong, when you
See the light people like to damn you
See the light people like to damn you
Ayo, so I don't give a fuck about your motherfucking judgement at all
These **** hoes be rolling smoke like a hundred cigars
It's nothing at all, this tunnel vision come with them scars
But fuck it, we still gotta eat cause all my brothers been starving
Come and get sharpened, someone said it's one in the morning
I've been standing in the gutter, couple suns and before then
Running through storms and jungles filled with thunders that roar
And rumbles the floor, so tell me what the fuck is the point
Of being goody two, all my bitches bad as my attitude
Passables, all of my **** promised to act a fool
Smacked a few, who had a few raps 'til they black and blue
Catch a crew lacking, it's tragic the way we had to do them
When I die, fuck it, I want to go to Las Vegas
City of sin, henny, and gin tried to all save us
Many who end, plenty begin drown it all to satan
Least I know my place, card is black skin
We might all die based on the factions
Feel like y'all might think I'm the bad guy
I might just raise hell 'pon the mandem
Least I know my place, on the map when
We might all die based on what's happening
Least I own my fate, y'all are mad men
Nothing to lose, nothing to prove, my ****
Something to do, something to do, my ****
Find me a prophet or four, my ****
Might be a monster, what are you, my ****
Find me a prophet or four, my ****
Might, might, might, might be
Might be a monster, what are you, my ****
Written by: Isaiah Joseph


