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。
BPM81
積分
演出藝人
Conway the Machine
饒舌
詞曲
Demond Price
詞曲創作, 編曲
製作與工程團隊
Conway the Machine
製作人
歌詞
Yeah
Real **** all day, every day, ****
Griselda
Its funny how the same people that diss you be **** you a idol to
Like how you gon' hate on a **** that inspired you
I'm not replying to little **** that I'm a giant to (Not at all)
Before you rap about a brick **** buy a few (Hahaha)
I eat a beat up, tell em to pull a beat up
I beat up beats while half sleep with my feet up
I sneak up creep with long heat, shoot your street up
You beyond sweet, you want beef **** speak up! (Speak up!)
I'm in Roofcriss having me a steak
Champagne full glasses full of grapes
My bitches say daddy you a great
Smoking gas in a cabin with a lake
Look, I do what you average **** can't
Basquiat flow, every verse a masterpiece I paint
Think you spit fire, come and look the dragon in the face boy! (What's good)
I'm really bout that action in the way that I can get a greenlight
It'll be a massacre a day boy (Greenlight ****)
I shoot the ruger remove your wig
You talking tough on computers like you a shooter
Ya'll **** fucking with any **** that yall think do it big (For real)
I'm saying fuck everybody I don't care who it is
And West rolling up the OG pack
Tch, I see these **** want the old me back
They say my name in their verses but I don't react
Flip over my boy I got Kobe stacks
Not only that, shit you know me scrap
You get out of pocket boy you know you gon' be clapped
The flow be crack
Remind you of the OG Rap
My respect homie you owe me that
Tables usually turn
Seems like it was yesterday they was kissing on 106
Now Wayne suing Bird. (Hahaha!)
Damn, I got a way with using words
I'm waiting to use this K with me to lay you on the curb (Brrt)
Wack a **** I ain't tatt a tear
My dawg throwing up the product like a Cavalier (K)
Every where I go I gotta keep a ratchet near
Eastside Buffalo, where life don't matter here
The city need hope
I'm with your first lady in the presidential suite I should get everybody vote
The shit that I find a joke, A bum **** finally start getting a couple of dollars now he calling everybody broke (Pssh)
No regular weed boy this ain't what everybody smoke (Hah)
Life jacket flow bitch I kept everybody a float (Please believe that!)
It's evident check the evidence
I set presidents, a few **** gained relevance from it
Fuck it if ever its something whatever it's nothing
That shit you yelling I love it, you see me winning ****!
I know it hurt you like a shell in the stomach
As for my city though tell them I run it
I whipped up a tape for them **** that's talking, yeah I said I was coming
The ground shaking like herds of elephants running (Hahaha)
There's levels to this shit, you know why I ran the shit since '05 that should be telling you something
Well them **** mention my name I don't never discuss it
Cause it's them same **** that never did nothing when I address them in public
Fuck it, Ayo I really think them **** jealous (Huh)
That's why I talk shit just to ruffle them ****' feathers
Said I throw shots on the internet, let them **** tell it
But if I throw shots at a ****, they don't live to tell it
Machine, bitch
(I throw shots at a ****, they don't live to tell it) Gone
Griselda, by Fashion Rebels
Written by: Demond Price

