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。
BPM96
積分
演出藝人
Buddha Monk
演出者
製作與工程團隊
Mr. Tibbs
製作人
歌詞
If you ruled the world I'd be the king of all kings
And make sure everybody just swing them things
From Brook-lawn to Tuscan, Duc Lo with two guns
Prepare to bust, ya shook ones, damn right I eat ya quick, son
The bom to bom to bang to bang diggy, gimme gimme
If ya move that's ya ass, hey!
It's the greatest mic spitters, heavy smoke sippers
Sixteen bar rippers, can't hang? Then dip you with liquor
I was born, in this rap thing and I'll battle anybody who say it ain't true
Man, you wanna battle me? Uh.. six minutes, six minutes
Six minutes, and uh, six minutes, six minutes, uh, six minutes
Six minutes, man, ya diggin, ya on
All aboard to the last stop, hop the train, a new lots taken
An L to the head, lemme see what you got
The way I shoot the gift, there's no choice but talks
I bust shots, when Major drops kids are shell-shocked
Welcome to the b-locks, tight grill with the g-lock conceiled
C-ops player hate cuz I get off just like Bill Clinton
Phat rhymes I be spittin, y'all **** stay bitchin
Hold up, yo stop, look and listen to that shit y'all be kickin
Startin off every song with that long ass intermission
Now I stay hittin, Wallabees and biege linen
Me begins these while me still hard if ya lit it
It's a big payback, Major or independent
Record label, then I merk like Sable, Black Entertainment
Then I'm not leavin off cables, check?
L-I-F-E is hard as hell
Battle anybody, I don't care, you chill
I excell, Zu never fail
Better go and tell Layza Life to rock
I translate, formulate style great
I be the wildest mothafucka outta New York State
Hail the great, all I see, my mindstate
Murderous track Killa Bee, early or late
Come with that, break back style type shit
Rock the show six minutes, doggy count my grip
Hold it down, with a stone fist, takin no isht
Cuddle up, under a sheet, sleep with fish
Hit any pitch any **** throw, every **** know
Done with the Zu produced by Duc Lo
Bet you will know, Medina Gods take no shit
Layza beam burn cornea cells with hot spit
My Glock hits, bullseye, sound boy dead
Man fuck with Zu, man rudeboy dead
Eh! Didididididadiday
For all you sucka MC's, won't you please come out to play?
Cuz styles of y'alls, I could spot an imposter
Focus like pair of binoculars
Lift you off the Earth like propellers of a chopper
You **** spit it improper, get no nominees for no Oscar
Enforce, Dunn tear the block up
Un's make you evacuate the premises, destroy them villages
With my lava, spit on you **** like revolvers
Don't waste ya time and ya health tryin to bother
Hold it down with my **** and by myself
And the X on the target I mark ya
Might have an iced out appearance
Everythin you have goes like a liquidation clearance
Flows and words stuck in ya tongue, can't come out
Cuz you fear this, all you square **** need to hear this
This is real serious, make you go through series of this shit
Capture your hot ear, let you hear the bullshit you kick
What are you stupid? Wanna get shot dead by this ghetto Cupid?
Won't show you no love, I show you the gat to prove it
Dig it, dig it
Don't push me cuz I'm close to the edge
I'm tryin not to lose my head (Hahahah)
Flipmode on crews like Decepticons
Smack the head off of Voltron, rip off his altered arms
Drop a bomb, pom pom, sing alongs
Let me snatch the emblem off his chest so you could hear the sirens
Man down, where ever I'm in, surround sound
Bet now, rep now, clear it, select now
Yo come get some, you know the outcome
I beat yo ass boy (You really don't want none!)
You checkin on cash like ASCAP
And blast at any MC, if you'se a phony, unmask that
When you come around me, technically I'm bugged
Nobody bought ya album, I bombed ya fan club
(Yo what his name was?) Who cares? No buzz in my eyes
I swat flies and stomp roaches, eyes ferocious
Dragon approaches, burn players and coaches
Cheerleaders and doljas, I came with soldiers
To the game, play and tell boy, catch a sharp elbow
Fatigue overalls and nines in the velcrow
Problems (They're legendary)
Problems (Duc Lo)
Problems (Don't fuck wit)
Problems in the world today

