Tracks Similar To Reactivate Me
I Don't Ever
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, City, Control, Dark, Drugs, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Paranoid, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Strip Club, Tense, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
134
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Ever
I Don't Ever
Verse
I was just a victim of your need to take control
Pushing me into the darkest place I ever saw
You cheated, lied
not satisfied with all that I could give you
Chorus
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna feel this way again
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna lose my way again
Verse
Cutting through the skin and bone
to see what's left inside
You're the only reason that I'm asking myself, 'why?'
You made the call
screwed us all
and now you're wanting more
Chorus
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna feel this way again
You are never gonna take my soul away
I don't ever wanna lose my way again
Beg For Mercy
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, City, Control, Dark, Drugs, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Paranoid, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Strip Club, Tense, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
103
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Beg For Mercy
Beg for Mercy
Verse 1
You go down
And I go up - oh
At the same time
I won't stop 'till I get enough
I'm satisfied
No, I can't help it
I just lose control
So liberate me
You can make me whole
Verse 2
You give me more and more each time
You intensify
For one so innocent and blind
I cannot justify
But I can't help it
I just lose control
So liberate me
Elevate my soul
Chorus
I'm gonna make you beg for mercy
I wanna live my dream
I'm gonna make you beg for mercy
I wanna hear you scream
I'm gonna make you beg for mercy
I'm moving in between
I'm gonna make you beg for mercy
And forget everything
Middle 8
You gotta keep the pressure on
You gotta keep it on
Universal
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Cars, City, Club, Control, Dark, Digital, Dramatic, Drugs, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Fashion, Gloomy, Industrious, Intense, Moody, Motorcycles, Mysterious, Paranoid, Promo, Provocative, Red Carpet, Style, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
118
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Universal
Universal
You're in search of something
It's all a game to you
You never looked in the right places
That don't appeal to you
No one to blame
No one to listen
No one to offend
If you don't speak the truth
Chorus
It's all about you, yeh
It's universal
It's all around you as you'll discover
It's all about you
You're in love with something
Another day for you
You looked into their worn out faces
And you can feel it too
Nothing is too bright
Everything glistens
I'm calling you to me
So you can hear the truth
Not The Way It's Supposed To Be
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
128
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Not The Way It's Supposed To Be
Not the Way It's Supposed to Be
Verse 1
I made the choice to be alone
Too much to face when it goes wrong
I go on looking for the truth now
What of the times that lie between us
And all the pain that they conceal
We can't avoid the things that we should choose now
Chorus
If I said what you say
It's not the way
It's not the way
It's not the way that it's supposed to be
And I can hear you crying
It's not the way
It's not the way
It's not the way that it's supposed to be
Verse 2
It doesn't feel like I should be here
Inflict the pain to make it real
I'm never one to leave without permission
So many times I kept on trying
I should have known coz it's not right
Is there a way for me to make you listen
Chorus
Middle 8
There's something broke inside and
I feel like this is over
I cannot see the light and
I don't believe it's over
I tell myself it's okay
And never do what you say
I'm falling down and I get up
And I fall down
My Resolve
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
109
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
My Resolve
You took advantage of me
And you never knew just when to stop
I was waiting for an answer
You were waiting to get on top
She was one and I was also
What you call a valuable friend
I never understood just how you did it
And you did it again
You wont break me, this is my resolve
You wont change me, this is my resolve
She only took delight
When we would fight until we bled
When we opened up our eyes
We would find that things would never be the same again
I don't think that I deserve this
You don't see what I've been suffering
You wont break me, this is my resolve
Penetrate me, this is my resolve
You wont change me, this is my resolve
Re-arrange me, this is my resolve
Looking For Something Better
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Electronic, Electronica Rock, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Aggressive, Anger, Angst, Cool, Dark, Disturbed, Gloomy, Grunge, Hip, Hopeful, Industrious, Intense, Moving On, Resentment, Searching, Tense, Troubled, Underground, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
144
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Looking For Something Better
I wanted to believe
There's more than this to life
Focussed on the past
The future out of sight
I don't wanna do that again
No, I'll never do that again
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
There's hope for something new
Now I'm looking for something a little bit better
Another day begins
Another chance to hide
Should I not pretend
Is there more than I can see
Looking back on what you did to me
I couldn't see what I could do
If everything stays the same
And nothing's ever gonna change...
It's all because of you
It's all because of you
There's hope for something new
Now I'm looking for something a little bit better
I'm running out of time
And everything's on the line
Nobody should be denied
No one can tell me it's all the same
That nothing can fill this hole inside
But I'll never feel that way again
Oh, I could believe it all
I could believe it all
I choose to believe it all, now I can believe it all
Orwellian Complex
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 50% / Ramon A. Stagnaro (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Action Chase Thriller, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Heavy Metal, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Metal, Orchestral Rock, Sports
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brooding, City, Conquer, Conquest, Control, Dark, Digital, Doom And Gloom, Drama, Dramatic, Energy, Epic, Fiery, Foreboding, Gloomy, Industrial, Industrious, Intense, Moody, Ominous, Paranoid, Sports, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Victorious, Victory, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Eclipse
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Action Chase Thriller, Electronica, Electronica Rock, Heavy Metal, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Metal, Orchestral Rock, Sports, Techno
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Brooding, City, Conquer, Conquest, Control, Dark, Digital, Doom And Gloom, Drama, Dramatic, Epic, Fiery, Foreboding, Gloomy, Heavy, Industrial, Industrious, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Paranoid, Tense, Theatrical, Tough, Trailer, Underground, Victorious, Victory, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
94
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
On My Side
Artist(s): Geoff Pinckney
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Writer(s):
Geoff Pinckney (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
1980s, Dance, Darkwave, Electronica, Hi-NRG, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Synth Pop, Synthwave
Keywords:
Aggressive, Brooding, Club, Control, Dark, Digital, Driving Beat, Energy, Euro, Exercise, Fashion, Gloomy, Intense, Moody, Mysterious, Paranoid, Provocative, Serious, Tense, Tough, Underground, Video Game
Instruments:
Synthesizer
BPM:
132
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
On My Side
You said, This is all I needed
Nothing more to get
Now I can feel you're on my side again
You said, This is all I needed
Nothing more to get
Now I can feel you're on my side again
But can you justify
The way you passed me by
It's hard to understand
Why you call me now
Twisted
Artist(s): Kim Black
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Writer(s):
Andrew Logan (BMI) 50% / Pamela P. Reswick (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 5% / Squid Knees Music (ASCAP) 5%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
2000s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Female Vocal, Instrumental, Pop, Singer Songwriter
Keywords:
Control, Dark, Deviant, Edge, Heavy, Intense, Moody, Passionate, Physical, Provocative, S&M, Sexual, Sexy, Strange, Strip Club, Vampire, Vibey
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2001
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Twisted
TWISTED
I don't wanna hurt you
Or take you where you don't wanna go
But I wanna tell my secrets
To someone who'll know
How to feed my hunger
How to feel the ache
How to push me to the edge
Til just before I break
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If I made you play
Crazy kinda games
Would you still love me
Even if I'm twisted
If you ever knew
What I wanna do
Would you run away
Or would you stay
I don't wanna shock you
Or tell you things you don't wanna hear
Or make you think it's sick
What I whisper in your ear
But how can you resist me
How can you hold back
Cause I can see the walls you built
Are starting to crack
It's more than just physical 'n sexual
It's more about chemical emotional
And it could be beautiful and mutual
If you can just let it be
Chorus
How far would you go
How brave would you be
Could you let yourself surrender
And give it up
Give it up to me
These twisted things that I wanna do
Stray a little far from the tried and true
These twisted things that I gotta have
Walk a little off the beaten path
These twisted games that I wanna play
Take a little time it's an acquired taste
So tell me tell me
Could you love me anyway
Chorus
Bring It On
Artist(s): Slur-P
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / David Armitage (BMI) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tech Styles Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Club, Cop Show, Dark, Death, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Party, Prison, Promo, Scary, Sex, Shooting, Sports, Street, Strip Club, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Synthesizer
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bring It On
BRING IT ON (Clean)
Man these little fools think they can step up and try to question my authority
Don't they know it's life or death out here in the city streets
Rockin' these gritty beats, please
Ill disease manifest in violent fantasies and tendencies to overreact attack and ransack villages the pillager like Ghengis Khan you relate the source of infinite hate that motivates a killer the shark the 24-7 hunter red eyes gleam search for the mark wak MC on pipe dream step to the cipher to sharpen my claws loosen some jaws give final rites say goodnight and send 'em home in a box my fight not I'm hyped ready for war check my arsenal and strap refresh ammo and head for the door want a firefight slide into the night a deadly shadow that could shift the stitch of the fates with one riff and unleash a massacre I'm blastin master assassin on the warpath can't hold back it's full blast comin ill to correct catch wreck and snap necks with some raw ass funk no need for special effects
Chorus:
Bring it on
You wanna play me
Think I'm crazy
I'm gonna show you
Blow you away
I can take anything you got
Shoot your shot wake up cause
I own this game
Lab explosion you're dozin I'm swingin for the balcony rows and your flows are stopping at your toes your sole projection you're clothes and watch chose to perfection grab the steel and your as real as 'its at a porno convention I outbox you one handed outfox at every twist and turn of my command of reckless abandon more shots landed your crew can't stand it watchin my underhanded tactics expose your need for more practice I'm sharp like cactus spikes light up the mike and rock block your weakness while I freak this hip hop true MC battle me and be left in memory or just forgotten as one more fate who's style is rotten you're a seed that never sprouted you never made the first stage when I engage I'm lethal as a twelve gauge at close range my battle axioms are razor sharp practice the dark arts I'll cut out your heart from the start your marked
Chorus
There's no escape from this reality just another casualty of combat better go back slow down your drum track in fact start from scratch cause your whole style is wak soundin like a Jack Kerowac crack flashback I react my instinct go for the throat I wanna hear you choke disappear in a cloud of my gun smoke <> hope defeated I'm top seated royally treated warnings should be headed true contenders needed I'll repeat it if I must stay weeded when I bust I outlast and outpace the enemy is crushed dust to dust ashes to ashes they all fall down retain my crown go down in history books and catch jealous looks take off my cape and dance around like godfather James Brown when you hear the funky sound you know its time to get down the mike burner bomb sparker drive the party insane so bring it on 'cause I own this game y'hear bring it to me
Chorus
For The First Time
Artist(s): Brian "Hacksaw" Williams
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33% / Tommy Reeves (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Tombo Music (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Arena Rock, Hard Rock, Hybrid Rock, Indie, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Advertisement, Alive, Awake, Cathartic, Chase, City, Commercial, Consciousness, Dark, Drama, Dramatic, Driving, Energy, Fearless, Hybrid, Innovation, Inspirational, Intense, Jock Rock, Joyful, Life Or Death, Long Build, Longing, Loss, Love, Montage, News, Power, Promo, Realization, Redemption, Reflective, Relationship, Resurrection, Salvation, Sports, Theatrical, Thriller
Instruments:
Bass, Cello, Drums, Guitar, Piano, Synthesizer
BPM:
76
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The First Time
FOR THE FIRST TIME
Shadows are what I'd become
No light creeping in
Loneliness darkened my soul
So hopeless, till I saw you there
How could this be possible
To escape these chains
Your beauty could be my fate
You pulled me into your embrace
I'm awake, I'm alive
I'm living life for the first time
You appear, no more fear
I'm living life for the first time
I'm awake, I'm alive
I'm living life for the first time
You appear, no more fear
I'm living life for the first time
Woman you have cast your spell
Saved me from the gloom
You found me, I found myself
Forever you and no one else
I'm awake, I'm alive
I'm living life for the first time
You appear, no more fear
I'm living life for the first time
I'm awake, I'm alive
I'm living life for the first time
You appear, no more fear
I'm living life for the first time
For the first time
I'm awake, I'm alive
I'm living life for the first time
You appear, no more fear
I'm living life for the first time
I'm alive
I'm alive
For the first time
For the first time
What I Tell Myself
Artist(s): DJ DA
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Calamari Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronica, Electronica Rock, House, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rock, Trance
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Chase, Club, Dark, Driving, Energy, Exercise, Extreme Sports, Fashion, Goth, Intense, Moody, Mysterious, Promo, Rage, Red Carpet, Revenge, Runway, Speed, Style, Trailer, Video Game
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What I Tell Myself
WHAT I TELL MYSELF
This broken shell
That you call my life
Has destroyed itself
A shattered crystal knife
I fall down like an old woman
I break both my knees
Radiate my mind of poison
Stop it someone please
CHORUS:
One more reason I tell myself
I'll get even like no one else
That's what I tell myself
It's what I tell myself
It's what I tell myself
Visions from my eyes
In pieces on the ground
Wasted on deaf ears
Trapped or silent sounds
I scratch truth like full confessions
Imprinted on my skin
If I could only learn my lesson
I wouldn't be where I've been
CHORUS
Awaiting my time I have no illusions
Changing my mind to help myself
I know from my kind the only solution
Is goodbye
Try to steal away
To hollow sleepless nights
Like a starving slave
Too tired or sick to fight
I keep secret hiding places
Cushions in my cage
Some excuse while time erases
My dignity and rage
CHORUS
The Game Is Over
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, Chaotic, City, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Game Is Over
THE GAME IS OVER
Lost and found six feet in the ground
If you don't pay attention gonna be locked down
The game is over
No busters no dust fast feet trust in the street
Plenty of possibilities in the life of a hustle
It was april 17 1985 my only street mission was to just stay alive
Thrived upon a game made people insane
Introduced by the same CIA who had made it that way
In the first damn place had to meet a money
Named school O.G. for a fee he could get you anything you need
Top speed hopped fences threw bricks saw tricks
Had a funny feeling in my gut that this was it
Believe I'll proceed to the next level devils
Had my situation twisted got to get lifted
Got to find the gifted put the money in
my palm son before you get rocked
Chorus
circle round the block just to get a different approach
if I hadn't done this wouldn't a seen the laser scope
back to proceeding with the feeling I was dealing with
I had to cross to Brooklyn cats got my back
but stopped dead in my tracks for some fiends wanted crack
I said get the hell away he said make my day
Had a split decision it's a scout no doubt must be other soldiers
Gunnin for me en route right about then schooly hit me up
The fiend got distracted threw him in the cut
Now I hopped the d train just to make it quick
All these fools on my trail got my head feeling sick
Now I just relax til I cover my tracks
Felt this tap on my shoulder didn't dare look back
Saw the kids reflection 22 my midsection
Didn't have a second so I dropped him quick
Chorus
Serva De Cemento
Artist(s): Felix Q
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Writer(s):
Felix Miguel Quinones (BMI) 50% / Jonathan Patrick Merkel (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Alternative, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish, Trap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Chaos, Chase, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Heavy, Intense, Jail, Menacing, Mexican, Ominous, Powerful, Prison, Rage, Raucous, Riot, Sinister, Spanish Lyrics, Strip Club, Urgent, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
92
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Serva De Cemento
SERVA DE CEMENTO (Spanish)
CORO
Viviendo una serva de cemento donde muchos las combaten sin lamento, viviendo una maldita pesadilla que seria de ti que seria de mi.
VERSO 1
Aqui la ley que prevalece es la mia, ponte bruto te pasamos por encima, dices que yo soy tu pesadilla tu no duermes hasta que te vele tu familia. Haz llegado a la universidad de la violencia, donde tu crimen descalifica tu experiencia, donde primero lo piensan, de dar paso falso y terminar en la cajuela. Esto es mi corona mi territorio somos sanguinario mi alegria es el odio, hablar problemas para mi es un placer, quieres averiguar te enseño como esto es.
VERSO 2
Serva de cemento en esto yo no juego, te pasas de la linea y te despego, me roncan de calle pero no los veo, te saco la plata y en el barrio te rodeo. Tu no captas tengo un combito que te rapta, no sigas insitando papa te desgastan, en este territorio yo soy el que comanda tengo un par de gente que te cojen y te trabajan. En mi barrio no se duerme aqui mi gente crecen desfavorecen, nadie corre con feca si entras vivo en tres dias apestas.
SERVA DE CEMENTO (English Translation)
CHORUS
Living in a concrete jungle where many fight without regret, living a damn nightmare, what would be of you, what would be of me.
VERSE 1
Here the law that prevails is mine, get gross, we pass you over, you say that I am your nightmare, you do not sleep until your family sees you. You have arrived at the university of violence, where your crime disqualifies your experience, where they first think about it, to make a false step and end up in the trunk. This is my crown, my territory, we are bloodthirsty, my joy is hatred. Speaking problems for me is a pleasure, you want to find out Ill teach you how it is.
VERSE 2
Serve cement in this I do not play, you go over the line and Ill eliminate you, they snore me from the street but I do not see them, I take all the money and in the neighborhood Ill surround you. You do not understand I have a combo that kidnaps you, do not keep insisting papa, theyre wearing you out, in this territory I'm the one who commands i have a couple of people who work you and work for you. In my neighborhood you do not sleep here my people grow in disadvantage, nobody runs with B.S. if your back alive in three days you stink.
Falling In Reverse
Artist(s): Devil Wing
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Writer(s):
Carla Kay Barlow (ASCAP) 50% / Michelle Lockey (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Female Vocal, Indie Rock, Instrumental
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Bar, Bluesy, Brooding, Conflict, Control, Dark, Death, Desert, Desperate, Disoriented, Dive Bar, Dreamy, Driving, Drugs, Falling, Foreboding, Gritty, Harmonies, Hypnotic, Insane, Moody, Mysterious, Ominous, Relationship, Reverb, Rugged, South, Southern, Spiraling, Swampy, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Shaker, Tambourine
BPM:
136
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Falling In Reverse
Open your eyes, open your eyes
Stuck in your mind
Something's lost, left behind
Something I said, something I said
Is keeping you dead
Crashing in, can't get out
No more time
CHORUS:
Falling in reverse
My dusty bones are cursed
Shadows fall on me
Sinking down to the sea
Down in the deep, down in the deep
You speak to me
Silent words I can't hear
Spinning around Spinning around
The shifting sound
Almost gone fading away
Am I near?
CHORUS
Can you forgive, Can you forgive
How can you live, how can you live
how can I live without you?
Where will I run, where will I hide
trapped in my mind, trapped in my mind
there's nowhere to go, nowhere to go, no where to go, nowhere to go, nowhere to go
I'm Falling, Falling in reverse, Falling down, lost in your mind, lost in mine
Plastic Pyre
Artist(s): Salem's Bend
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Writer(s):
Robert Parker (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Acid Rock, Doom Metal, Hard Rock, Heavy Metal, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Proto Metal, Stoner Metal
Keywords:
Acid, Bar, Bleak, British, Brooding, Cold, Concert, Crime, Dark, Death, Depression, Dive Bar, Doom, Drugs, Evil, Gloomy, Guitar Solo, Haunted, Haunting, Heavy, Hypnotic, Menacing, Moody, Ominous, Raw, Retro, Reverb, Riff, Roadhouse, Sinister, Sleazy, Sludge, Spiraling, Stoner, Tense, Trouble, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
75
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Plastic Pyre
Blackened smoke, plastic fires, blackened eyes
Every day there's more and more, fills the skies
Dancing 'round, and intertwined, with crimson haze
Most who see, all ignore, every day, yeah
Massive lines on crumbling roads, from before
Still they burn the oil and blood of dinosaurs
Hold your breath, bite your tongue, close your eyes
Lift away from the rest, to the skies, yeah
All is lost, all forgot, no one thought for a minute
Only bought, heavy cost, all across its beginning
All for naught, those forgot, never thought for a minute
Know the cost, heavy loss, all across its beginning
You Better Duck Quick
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando L. Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Beast, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Drugs, Entrance, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Showdown, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Better Duck Quick
This that crack hit, make a dope head wanna do a back flip
I'm like Batman in this all black, to these bad b****** I'm Bruce Wayne
Like car seats we all strapped, ain't no 1 on 1's we all scrap
I'm on the 101 in my corvette, with your dream girl I never call back
Back back back back back the f*** up, for a n**** act the f*** up
Nigga never had s*** had to hustle, wanna join us have to match the muscle
Head of my time nigga too far, jazzy with the b****** like Utah
Got the rocket on me like Houston, you can get it for the low like Groupon
I spend all my time, tryna get a million baby, fuck a living make a killing baby, mob ties like I'm a Sicilian baby Woah!
I'm the only n****they f*** with, so you know I'm not to be f***** with, when that Badddddd spray you better duck quick
CHORUS:
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
When that Bddddd spray you better duck quick
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
You know I'm not to be f***** with
Vvs in my wrist watch, trigger finger got chicken pox, and I'm itching to let this b**** go, like top 40 you gone get popped
Kush you can smell it through the zip lock, shawty suckig d*** till her lips lock, a whole lot of cars in the front yard, got the b**** looking like a pit stop
Whoop whoop fish tailing when that cops come, fish scale yea I got some, let me know if you ever wanna comp one
If you get out of hand you get handled, I'm like bob the builder got hammers, girl can I get a handful I'm handsome, a**, p**** mouth, and some
Baking soda with the water, whip it real good
Got a young man balling damn it feel good
Count it up count it up no money machine Ima count by hand
Give my bitch a couple grand, we dropping bombs like Japan
CHORUS
Monkey Mouth
Artist(s): Mars B
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Writer(s):
Michael Sokolis (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Classic Rock, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Action, Advertising, Confident, Exciting, Fast, Fun, High Energy, Playful, Positive, Promo, Reckless, Rowdy, Tough, Truck Stop, Trucks
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Harmonica, Synthesizer
BPM:
71
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Monkey Mouth
Hey hey
Repeat
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
What I Am
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1990s, Action, Hard Core Rap, Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rap Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Arrest, Barrio, Boastful, Bragger, Chaos, City, Compton, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energy, Frat Party, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Loot, Mean, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Riot, Scary, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Cowbell, Drums, Guitar, Percussion
BPM:
88
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What I Am
Been bangin' since I was seven
A lost hope
Put on some Dickey's and picked up a.44
A flame thrower, feeling no jokes
I opened up on my veins and nearly overdosed
No Similac suckin' young hoodie's buckin'
Hold fully automatics I'm a semi-nut and
I cede nothing cause livin wit no dough
If you comin' soft ya slippin' it's a no no I'll lay you low
Cause I am
Huntin' for the folks that slick slicky
Punk if you don't I bury slow lames sickly
You hopin' I'll go, set you free, can't without the keys
I'ma end the matter wit the magazine make ya peace.
What I am is what I am
So you wanna little peace of me
What I am is what I am
I'ma show you how it's gonna be
Please forgive me when we settle the sco'...so street
My mortal enemy has taken my soul my life's overtaken
For my minds seekin'
No sleep, my brain's leakin'
When I tried giving up the fangs cut deep and rough
I'm feelin' stuck, I'm a soldier forsaken seekin' lovin'
I'm dreaming holding the trigger with 9 killers dumpin'
I strayed wrong, chasin' mo dough, robbin' and peelin' I'm cold bottled up, my domino's falling slow!
Now take a look at ya! When seein' mo' figures in dollar-takes the mo' we lie!
And all the sorrows keep my criminal insane karma comin'.
When it comes a callin' and I fall who's going wit' me now?
There's no fakin', there's no more "take-a-knee"
Walkin' the stroll so meekly
Singin' a song so sickening
Too many blunts you won't wake up
You're only weakening
Thickest one- we sickin' 'em
Then I'll hook you up to mega watts and make you think again
Rotten to the core
I spit and now you know
Don't wanna push me son, fo' sho' end the scenario
Arms-fitted an I'm so quick wit' it
If you balk gonna walk that talk; don't want that chalk; you smerk- I'll wreck it! Cause I
Just Outta Reach
Artist(s): Elijah Honey
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Writer(s):
Paul Robert Cufflin (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1970s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Blues Rock, Indie, Indie College Radio, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop Rock
Keywords:
Brooklyn, Chill Out, College, Cool, Dark, Dirty, Driving, Drug Trip, Drugs, Eerie, Garage, Haunting, High, Hip, Hipster, Hollywood, Laid Back, Mellow, Moody, Moving, Psychedelic, Quirky, Relaxed, Retro, Silver Lake, Stoned, Strange, Teen Angst, Throwback, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Piano
BPM:
91
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Just Outta Reach
I've fallen for someone I can't have
I long to be with her but I can't
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
I've known since the first time I saw her
She is the one, but she's taken
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Sometimes it hurts just to see her
'Cos she'll never know how I feel
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
Why are the ones that are just out of reach,
Always the ones you fall in love with?
She Know How
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Cuban, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Know How
SHE KNOW HOW
Wanna see you dipped out – Like my whip with cream
Candy cane maybe blue or green
I like them bobby socks that way
You walk that way you roll
Can I put it real blunt – you stuntin'
Makin' me be like she somethin'
Can't be frontin', my assumption
Is that she take care of the business
Hair with a fist pick, can I get a biscuit
Cuz I'm a dog
But babe you know I work them jeans
I'm fast don't ask my past ain't clean
Baby girl can you get in the whip
Then we dip to the crib
Lemme flip that vid on some grown man ish
Cuz I ain't no kid
My fronts is shinin'
Baby I'm on sky high – so fine
CHORUS:
She know how to move it on the floor
She know how to make me holler more
Girl got the goods – it's understood
She know how – she know how
Now pop that off, toss that thing now
Make it rain them hurricanes
We 'bout to floss
Take a little bit off
Take the chain, I got five of them things
I got G.T.'s – we can roll real deep
Now raise them like you wanna freak
Put it in the party mode – girl don't speak
Just check the beat the way it hit the street
We rip the spot baby make it hot
When I reach the top I'm makin' panties drop
With my lollipop, no chance to stop
From here to Compton get up in that body
Girl make it move
She know how to bust it
Make it real smooth
CHORUS
She move it to the left – she move it to the right
She'll break you up – she'll break you down down down down down down
CHORUS
Get Your Party On
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronica, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Barrio, Booty, Bump And Grind, City, Clown Dancing, Club, Compton, Crunk, Dance, Deep South, Downtown, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Miami, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Radio, Sexual, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Your Party On
GET YOUR PARTY ON
Chorus
Get ya party on
Check ya head at the door/get ya party on
Its a party
Verse 1
To the beat to rhythm i flow
Little henny get me hot nitro
Wanna bounce with an ounce and roll
To the club to the spot keep it hot right
Gimme drink lemme pop in the spotlight
So fresh not a mess cuz i keep it tight
Let me get ya girl i made it into dynamite
Ride or die so fly you make my
Head shake vibrate in the gold state
I swerve on the curb i celebrate
Get hyped dont trip & we hyfee
Want a trick want a freak not a wifee
Get it up give it up tilt ya cup back
Turn around bend down and im gonna Smack
Gonna rock all night cuz im like that
Not done even when the sun light that
Chorus
Bridge
Gettin twisted on the floor
Get it up goin down
Verse 2
I just wanna let it go
Raise them hands touch ya toes
Dj makin mix and flows
Gimme one shot gimme two of those
We party on til the break of dawn
We rollin get our fade on and on
I wanna jet international set
In the pool like a fool gettin wet
You aint seen nothin yet
I'm a pro bro im a party vet
Take it off when you start to sweat
Meet you at the next spot right? bet
Lotta ho's little clothes on the set
I said it dont forget it
All The Way
Artist(s): Derek's Ashes
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
1960s, 1970s, Alternative, Alternative Rock, Garage, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Punk, Punk Rock
Keywords:
British, Cars, Club, College, Crazy, Dark, Drugs, Energetic, Frenzy, Fun, High, High School, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Racing, Scary, Snotty, Spoiled, Stage Diving, Teen, Trailer, Underground, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
88
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All The Way
ALL THE WAY
We're goin' all the way – all the way
Take it all the way
We're goin' all the way – all the way
Push it all the way
Hey – hey – hey
Hey – hey – hey
I been waiting waiting oh so long
My heart's about to burst and my nerves are so raw
We wanna tell you people every thing we know
We're gonna tear it up, we're getting' ready to go go go go...
CHORUS
(INSTRUMENTAL)
Now all the lights are down but the fever's hot
I know this our chance, you only get one shot
'Cos when the man says hit it you play to win
Yeah we take no prisoners, all you beginners
You better start listenin'....
CHORUS
Yes We Can
Artist(s): The Warhols
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Rock, Entertainment News Rock, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Punk Rock
Keywords:
British, Cars, Club, College, Crazy, Dark, Deal, Drugs, Energetic, Fun, Garage, High, High School, Money, Mosh Pit, Motorcycles, Party, Promo, Psychedelic, Racing, Scary, Snotty, Spoiled, Stage Diving, Teen, Trailer, Underground, Wild, Youth
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
134
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Yes We Can
YES WE CAN
They didn't think we could do it
But yes we can
Yea we can show 'em how to do it
Yes we can – yes we can
We're gonna climb the mountain
We're gonna take it to the top
And anyone who's still doubting
Yea we ain't never gonna stop, never stop stop stop
It'll blow your mind – it'll blow your mind
Come on come on come on
They say we want the answer
But baby nothing is free
You won't know until you grab
And then you hold the key yea you hold the key
It'll blow your mind – it'll blow your mind
Come on come on come on
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