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。
BPM
歌詞
Grrt, come here
Headshot, back shot, overkill (overkill)
Ain't gon' crash, Shaq got wheel (skrrt, skrrt)
**** get tough when they off pills
Crashed out, then died, this shit get real (this shit get real)
Don't think I'm a rapper, I'm still in the field (I'm still in the field)
Can't tussle with my bitch, poker neck in the hills (poker neck)
I'm missin' the guys, I don't know how I feel (I don't know)
I got deep scars, I don't know how to heal (never gon' heal)
He got hit up from the face, chest and the waist
The doctors don't know he'll live (don't know he'll live)
I was on thе phone with the opps and dropped my lo'
Had button in front of thе crib (grrt)
Buddy must thought he was fast, I got on his ass
Glizzy gang, put shots in his ribs (come here, come here)
Never had problems at home and I wasn't mental
I just was a bad-ass kid (a bad-ass kid)
Out in traffic, Scat Pack what I ride, with the guys, we gettin' fried (I'm gettin' fried)
I know an opp was dissin' all on live, next week, that **** died (that **** died)
I ain't gon drop a diss, I'm with the shit, play ball, we known to slide (skrrt, skrrt)
Shaq Dawg different, that's why I love my brother, he known to shoot and drive (bah)
Can't forget my mask, I know an opp died on a catch-that-ass (catch-that-ass)
Straight, we ridin' fast, not even ours, we got this off the Pad (skrrt)
We bounced out on him, didn't even run, he been knew he was grass (come here, come here)
Glizzy, that's my tweaker, he on go, he known to get on ass (who that? Who that?)
Lil' Kayla mad, went to jail and got back out, my new bitch over bad (over bad)
**** be frontin' they move, steady talkin' 'bout guns that they ain't never had (ain't never had)
Every time we do a vlog, police steady come, Onna Couch, I think he Vlad (I think he Vlad)
He was just callin' her phone, talking 'bout, "Pop out," days later, he went out sad (went out sad)
Headshot, back shot, overkill (overkill)
Ain't gon' crash, Shaq got wheel (skrrt, skrrt)
**** get tough when they off pills
Crashed out, then died, this shit get real (this shit get real)
Don't think I'm a rapper, I'm still in the field (I'm still in the field)
Can't tussle with my bitch, poker neck in the hills (poker neck)
I'm missin' the guys, I don't know how I feel (I don't know)
I got deep scars, I don't know how to heal (never gon' heal)
He got hit up from the face, chest and the waist
The doctors don't know he'll live (grrt)
I was on thе phone with the opps and dropped my lo'
Had button in front of thе crib (grrt)
Buddy must thought he was fast, I got on his ass
Glizzy gang, put shots in his ribs
Never had problems at home and I wasn't mental
I just was a bad-ass kid (a bad-ass kid)
Written by: Asyrion Hogan, Charles Forsberg


