Nefarious Activity 由 YFG FATSO 於 2024年8月28日發行,收錄於專輯《A Reaper's Ceremony》中
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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。
歌詞
[Intro]
Yeah, uh, yeah, uh
[Chorus]
Boy, better fix your demeanor (Fix it up)
That's what pops told me, little was pops knowin' I'ma reincarnate to the demon (Yeah, yeah)
Piss fire out my semen (Come on)
That's what doc told me, little was doc knowin' I drip fire whenever I'm bleedin' (Yeah, yeah)
Pick up the GLE, Maybach ridin' with the curtains up, they can't see me (Pick it up, pick it up)
Pick up the SRT, this bitch hot, can't pull over, bro, keep speedin' (Pick it up, pick it up)
I'm tryna show my little ass, Rolls-Royce with another Double R behind, fit King in it (Double R, come on)
Nah, we ain't givin' no passes, soon as the boy got caught, he was sayin' he ain't mean it (Come on, come on)
[Verse 1]
I'm bigger than what I planned (Way too big)
I'm rich, I can give you advance (Come on)
Still grindin' 'til I'm deep in
I ain't your type, I like two of your friends (Yeah, yeah)
Givenchy purse, she get it, you know I ain't trippin', but she can't use no hands (Yeah, yeah)
Front lace, I have it missin', a quarter to three, I be out 'fore your **** get in (Come on)
I'm back in my glory, huh? (I'm in)
Slut hoes, they annoy me, uh (They do)
You was seein' me tourin', huh?
I would've killed Meg, I was Tory 'nem
Nah, I ain't leavin' no witnesses, everybody playin' can get this extortion belt
Baby bro ready to get his, he don't wanna talk to nobody, he scorchin' up
88th, shit tatted in black (Come on)
I wish I could get bro back (I wish)
Tryna put the whole thing in the back (I am)
Fat ****, I'll kill 'bout racks (I will)
Zero tolerance, kill all rats (Kill 'em all)
New addition, want singers back
I been high, think I'm puffin' on jets (I am)
Clutch point shooters, we CPS
You want a **** to fix up your problems and shit, I can't bless you, baby (I can't)
You might be pretty, but rumor is you backdoor, now is that true, baby?
I might got a couple screws loose (I do), I might be a loose screw, baby (I am)
But I don't do wood and I can't chuck-chuck, but I know you could choo-choo maybe
I brought out the soldiers, demons, elites all behind me, it's top twos, baby
I'll get on your tail, but I can't chase around, I ain't finna play loose-loose, baby (I ain't)
I got a real longer chop (Come on), these speakers go boom-boom, baby (Boom)
I feel like Drew in the back of the V, we can hit the boom while you waitin' (Come on)
I know I got moments where I lose cool, it don't look like it got much help (It don't)
I'm big time winnin', I'm big on sinnin', I got this shit all by myself (Gotta know what I'm on)
You runnin' with disloyal **** who really do trigger me, kill yourself (I don't know what he on)
You like thirty by now tryna figure shit out, an embarrassment, kill yourself (Go home)
I really do put up a big-ass amount, but I'm only, like, Muggsy height (I'm little)
She come with a **** like me, now her spam says she livin' more to life (Come on)
More than a little-ass height
She don't wear cheap shit now, I done made her up right (Uh-huh)
Gucci and tennis, a small charm all on her pendants, I'd rather just give her my ice
I really do put up a big-ass amount, but I'm only, like, Muggsy height (Big Go)
She come with a **** like me, now her spam says she livin' more to life (Way more)
More than a little-ass height, she don't wear cheap shit now, I done made her up right (Uh-huh)
Gucci and tennis, a small charm all on her pendants, I'd rather just give her my ice
[Chorus]
Boy, better fix your demeanor (Fix it up)
That's what pops told me, little was pops knowin' I'ma reincarnate to the demon (Yeah, yeah)
Piss fire out my semen (Come on)
That's what doc told me, little was doc knowin' I drip fire whenever I'm bleedin' (Yeah, yeah)
Pick up the GLE, Maybach ridin' with the curtains up, they can't see me (Pick it up, pick it up)
Pick up the SRT, this bitch hot, can't pull over, bro, keep speedin' (Pick it up, pick it up)
I'm tryna show my little ass, Rolls-Royce with another Double R behind, fit King in it (Double R, come on)
Nah, we ain't givin' no passes, soon as the boy got caught, he was sayin' he ain't mean it
Written by: Christopher Mosley Jr., Layne Kelder


