Dopesick 由 Cupola 於 2009年5月19日發行,收錄於專輯《Make More》中
BPM139
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
Yea, uh
This beautiful right here
Sapient, where you been all my life?
Where have I been all my life?
On the job, boy
Them ketchup packets aren't free
Let's get this
I got you open, no hinges
I got you open, throat slitting
No shit it's so slick, there they go cringing
Dopesick off that heroin with no syringes
It's pro spitting, leaving your dome spinning
No flow similar, you don't get it
There's no gimmick
I'm comfortable like old friendships
(There's no business like show business)
My cake's on rip mode and they call me big sarge
I got a big heart, but get smart and get discarded
Yea, I made it this far
I'm going infinity and beyond like Pixar
(Yea, you know me, I'm the dude don't do shit wrong)
Nil flaws, bring your best at getting pissed on
I can't Crip Walk or break-dance
At least I can rip songs and make masterpieces
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I'm so gutsy in the cut, so clutch
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
Yea, I owe nothing to no one
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I got this shit sewn up kid, so show love
(Self made, self made)
(And I'm tryna stay productive, but so what)
I'm on deck
With Davis on dext
We make your sister blush and make your moms sweat
There ain't no award for this contest
We go to war for the conquest, superiority complex
I must be out my damn wig
Living right next to where a power plant is
Well it must've mutated me, now I rap sick
(This is how the sand shifts)
Per second, per wrecking ball in my sentence
Stop gawking, I'm appalled at your presence
You're a pawn in this chest game, soft and defenseless
I keep it raw in the trenches
Yea, I'm a go-getter, a goal setter
They mannequins, no texture
Little hoe-steppers, they don't know better
(I handle it, no effort)
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I'm so gutsy in the cut, so clutch
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
Yea, I owe nothing to no one
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I got this shit sewn up kid, so show love
(Self made, self made)
(And I'm tryna stay productive, but so what)
It's Sapient, yea I dropped the name
Getting it popping 'til you pop a vein
Don't step
This is not the place, not the time
Walk away, apologize
I operate in a lot of ways
I moderate and adapt to what I have and alternate
But I always thought that playing for bling was an awful waste
(I'm much too cheap to cop a chain)
All these Pop stars messed up, dressed up
Looking like Pharaohs in their tomb
They oughta be embarrassed what they're doing
Standing proud and tall
Ego's enhanced by money and alcohol, well
(Let me break it down for y'all and dumb it down)
You know, 'cause my style's evolved, yet underground
So I gotta scrounge and crawl, my hunger growls
With a sound that astounds the gods like this
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I'm so gutsy in the cut, so clutch
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
Yea, I owe nothing to no one
(Self made, so there's nothing you can make of him)
I got this shit sewn up kid, so show love
(Self made, self made)
(And I'm tryna stay productive, but so what)
Written by: Marcus Williams

