Still a Problem
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Hip-Hop/Rap
Still a Problem 由 Street Corner Muziq/Zone Platinum Ent. 於 2008年11月20日發行，收錄於專輯《 》中"Drop-Zone" The Purple Album MixTape Chapter A, Vol. 2
發行日期2008年11月20日
標籤Street Corner Muziq/Zone Platinum Ent.
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。
BPM90
積分
歌詞
Yo, woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning dawg
And I still ain't signed
So you know what?
Everybody gon' feel it today
'Cause I was told if you want respect
You go up to the biggest muthafucka on the block
And you knock his ass out
And that's what I'm bout to do
Yo, fuck the whole industry and everybody in it
I'm pissed now so a lot of cats is bout to get offended
I done tried to be nice but this whole game is bogus
So I'mma start dissin **** until I get noticed
I'm aimin' for the top 'cause that's where I'm headed
Yo fuck that **** Hov and you can tell him I said it
Matter of fact, fuck the Roc and I meant it
I'll bring you outta retirement just to put yo' ass back in it
Even Dame know you lost yo' niche
Since Beyonce been suckin yo' dick
You done got soft as a bitch
You probably squat to piss, you lost and whipped
Put out a APB, Jay done lost his dick
I'm doin' this just because, I ain't Nas, dude
As far as I'm concerned he need panties and bras, too
Tell him they shootin', I hope he can dodge one
You God's son? Well I'mma make you see God, son
You losin' ya focus, stay sharp ****
Fuck you, Jungle, and the rest of them Gayheart ****
Yo 50, I heard ya shit was bomb and gun proof
But fuck it, I'mma throw a grenade through the sun roof
I see ya pimpin' ya game like a **** should do
If I was you, I'da fucked Vivica, too
Ya shit blew not because of ya rhymes
Because in every interview you kept sayin' "I got shot 9 times"
And them G-Unit cats is a joke
How you gonna teach me how to stunt
When all y'all muthafuckas is cunts?
Let's be clear
None of y'all cats would even be here if it wasn't for Em
Matter of fact, fuck him
You say your moms is crazy?
That ain't hard to see
Look at your rhymes, the fruit don't fall far from the tree
You as crazy as that bitch is
And I ain't sayin you wack, but D-12?
That whole fuckin' clique is
Now cats be like "Did he say what I just think he did?"
Who is this cat and who the fuck does he think he is??
I'm Big Sty and I ain't hard to find
I'ma keep doin this shit until my ass get signed
So let's get it on, if it's on it's on
Y'all cats ready for war, then let it be known
Who am I? Big Sty muthafucka
Do or die, south side muthafucka
It ain't just for rappers, it's all industry heads
To that faggot up at Bad Boy, what up Shawn Prez?
Fuck you too cause ain't shit sweet
Had me spittin' for an hour over the same wack ass beat
And I ain't sayin I'm the man, but damn
You go and sign Loon and Da Band? Oh man
Y'all **** is reachin for shit, what the fuck is you thinkin'
Somebody need to tell Ja Rule to stick to singin'
That Clap Back shit is manure
Stick to doin' love songs for the little TRL viewers
And I hope you don't like it
Just bring it to my face, kid
I'll make you quit rappin', find God like Mase did
I'm only comin for big dogs, that's fo' sho'
I ain't gonna diss D-Block 'til they get more dough
Puffy ain't wanna sign me, he wasn't seein' a vision
But Bad Boy ain't been hot since Shyne went under in prison
They ain't been hot since Mase was gettin religion
Let's be real, they ain't been hot since Biggie was livin'
These cats keep shootin' and missin'
And I don't think nobody's payin' attention to what these fools is spittin'
Am I the only one listenin'? The game is deaf
I feel like I'm the only real MC left
And I done been in this studio and made hot songs
I been doin this for too long and I still ain't on
And right I'm so desperate to live the good life
I feel like goin to LA, yellin' "Fuck Suge Knight!"
I'ma start sendin death threats to all A&Rs
Until they start signin' cats that spit better bars
Matter of fact, fuck it, I'm loadin up the guns
Aimin' 'em at Clear Channel and Radio One
'Cause I done had it up to here with these **** shuttin me out
When I know I'm hotter than half of these muthafuckas is out
You can call me a hater, 'cause I just might be
But it's a million other cats who feel just like me
So fuck Nelly and Chingy, fuck Luda and Missy
Fuck Pharrell, fuck Busta, Justin, and Britney
I'm doin' this for cats that's gritty
I'm takin' out the industry and got the whole underground with me
Cause after all I been through
I feel like diggin' up Biggie and Pac and sayin fuck them too!
Whew!
Written by: Mr.Tac a.k.a. Chocolate
