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。
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歌詞
Backwoods lit, blood on the script
Pulled up clean, but I ride with a grip
Mind gone sick, I don't talk slick
I just lend towels, ripped it, bent, bent, bent
Better vendetta, that cheddar be better
I'm cold like Baretta and Stormy P
Whether I'm built for the smoking, the fire, the drama
You play with my name and I'm hunting your mama
Drive me and slime me, you find me
I'm grinding in basements with K's
And I'm chopping, rewinding, my enemies pray
But I'm steady, aligning the scope with the soul
Let it go, no reminder, manipulator of fate
I be concentrating on leaving your section
Obliterated hollow point hugs, no love in the section
Just drug lord slugs and frogs get dissected, I never defected
I flooded the trap with that white and the raps
And that heat in my lap, that's that kick in the door
Flow sick with the raw dough, spit with a pitch
That'll split through your torso
I don't do peace, I don't do grace
I just do war with a grin on my face
So, tell me who better, I'm ruthless forever
I'm raining that pain like vendetta weather
Slide with a beam on you
Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie
Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo
Run up on me, then your soul get colder
Power, respect, money, text
Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next
Slimy, grimy, real-deal soldier
Dirty south tail of the coldest control
Let me tell you 'bout pain, 'bout rage, 'bout nights
In a box with a Glock, no sleep, just fights
Every lick I hit was a chessboard plot
Now I'm playing king with a check from the pot
And the block got hot, but I never got caught
'Cause I move like a ghost when I step on the spot
And the shots go pop like grease in a skillet
If I aim at your brain, best believe, I'ma peel it
Manipulate fate, that's my forte
Fake love gets sprayed in the north face
Every move I made had a price attached
Now I'm laced in the gold with a knife attached
You got stripes in the game like referee shirts
But I ain't blowing whistles, I'm stretching out shirts
From the dirt, I emerge with a hex in my chest
Blessed with a curse and a vest full of death
Triple beam dreams, I'm a fiend for control
Put a brick on the scale like my soul on parole
And my enemies talk, but they legs don't move
When the mat go brr, they forget how to groove
Tell your shooter don't slip, I'm the dope boy
Grim with the venom in my lips
I'm the gutter-born hymn, better bet I'm the vet, you a rookie mistake
Tryna flex on the Don, that's a costly break
Chop, chop, slide with a beam on you (slide)
Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie
Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo
Run up on me and your soul get colder
Power, respect, money, text
Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next?
Slimy, grimy, real deal soldier
Dirty south tail of the coldest controller
Pulling that tooth from the side of my hip
I'm the glitch in the system, the chip in the crypt
They don't really want war, just TikTok cloud
I'm the type to pull up while your mama hanging out
Blood on the curb, that's a mark of respect
If I said it, I meant it, no cap, no regrets
I'm a vet with a vendetta pain
In my letter, put the flame to a name
Now they float like a feather when they save me
When they save me, that's cold for the setup
They thought it was sweet 'til they jawbone
Got shred up, I'm a god in the trench
A wolf off the leash, my hunger don't sleep
It just eats fuck and repeat
Still in my vision, I zoom with precision
The barrel rotate like it's twisting
Multiple decisions, your squad look nervous
My chopper got rhythm, it dance when it sing
That's divine demolition
Murder with words, I don't need no steel
But the steel still tough for the coup de grâce
Kill cash like casinos, I bet and I double
Turn ratchet to rapture and dance in the rubble
Chop, chop, slide with a beam on you
Drop top blood in the seat, lil' homie
Money in the bag, vendetta in a photo
Run up on me and your soul get colder
Power, respect, money, text
Hollow in the flesh, now who's up next?
Slimy, grimy, real deal soldier
Dirty south tail of the coldest controller
Written by: Justin Price, Krazy Kane


