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。
BPM129
積分
詞曲
Emanuel Charles King
詞曲創作
歌詞
(Bruh, I swear I get active cuh, swear to god… Aye, these **** say I don't get active… They must don't know me... Fuck ****, Grrrrah)
Fuck **** keep talkin' his shit, he get hit in his shit, I'll get active lil' ****, he'll go drop a diss (He'll go drop a diss)
Like who give a fuck bout a diss (Who give a fuck), **** BABYMYTH better cause he never miss (Grrrrah)
Opp **** they know what it is, **** partners done died for playin' with this shit (For playin' with this shit)
**** talkin' bout some sorry, hell nah lil' ****, like that's what your fuck ass get (Haaaa)
That **** want to talk on the media, that **** a bitch, hell nah, I ain't coppin' a plea
BABYMYTH now he be a G, that **** started sprintin' cause that **** he knew it was me (Grrrrah)
That **** said leave em alone, I had the boy beggin', that boy he was askin' me please (Haaaa)
I had that boy @ in my phone, I told em' to pray and I bet that boy got on his knees (Grrrrah)
**** they know I don't play bout the gas, hop out the V they gon' get on your ass
**** fuck school, **** fuck that class
**** run up get done up, get done up, we make his ass dance
Been on my own I ain't have no friend
**** want to diss so we went for his kin
First time we missed em' so we spint again
**** say he gon' catch us, we standin' on 10
Say I got the choppa, I make his ass fold up
Say bruh in a pack, he really got rolled up
I'm smokin' his pack and I watch em' float up
Put bruh in the ground, I bet he won't come up
He only see dark, he can't see no light
You pull up with the stick, we ain't gonna fight
Always in the wrong, I could never be right
Done popped me a perc, kept me up all night
.223 and it came with extensions, .556 aim and blow out your kidney
He want em' a show, I'll turn to a menace
How the fuck I'ma opp but I'm all in his mentions
The fuck I'ma opp but he tryin' to do business
He better stand on some business
(Ye, he better stand on some business Grah, Grrrrah)
That boy done tried put under, he ain't know I was comin' for em'
Late night posted with that thunder, (Grrrrah) that bitch'll stutter
I had done showed it to my brother, he told me that was sumn
Hollow tip ate **** stomach, told lil' bruh that he ain't want it
Hollow tip ate that bitch stomach, hollow tip burned that bitch nose
Still clutch on that choppa hoping that it blow
Still carrying tags, who want it on they toe
It's rare that I rage, tell em', let em' know
Can't get dropped by no opp, come on, that's a no
**** really dick ridin', know that they some hoes
Too fast for an opp, nah I ain't never slow
I'm switchin' the gears, I put that bitch in go
I'm totin' that Trainy Wrecc up on ya bro
He told me to step I told em' say nomo
We really known for upin' up the score
He pulled out a gun so he gotta go
Big hollow tips they expand in his dome
I was like damn he caught a bullet hole
Now a family cryin' that boy ain't make it home
He wanna diss on the dead and now he be dead, them hollows was eatin' em'
Bruh heard what I said, if he want to pull up and step in the field, it's just me and him
Fuck **** a bitch, he brought em' some backup and I swear it had to be 10 of em'
I wasn't even scared, cause I brought my homies just in case that fuck **** did sumn
Fuck **** keep talkin' his shit, he get hit in his shit, I'll get active lil' ****, he'll go drop a diss (He'll go drop a diss)
Like who give a fuck bout a diss (Who give a fuck), **** BABYMYTH better cause he never miss (Grrrrah)
Opp **** they know what it is, **** partners done died for playin' with this shit (For playin' with this shit)
**** talkin' bout some sorry, hell nah lil' ****, like that's what your fuck ass get (Haaaa)
That **** want to talk on the media, that **** a bitch, hell nah, I ain't coppin' a plea
BABYMYTH now he be a G, that **** started sprintin' cause that **** he knew it was me
That **** said leave em alone, I had the boy beggin', that boy he was askin' me please
I had that boy @ in my phone, I told em' to pray and I bet that boy got on his knees
Written by: Emanuel Charles King

