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Rise Up
Artist(s): St. John (feat. Gon Jah)
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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:
Action, Dancehall, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, News, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Dance Hall, Traffic Report
Keywords:
Aggressive, Jamaican, Jungle, Revolt, Revolution, Tribal, Uprising
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Percussion, Piano, Solo Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
120
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Rise Up
RISE UP
CHORUS
Rise up but a rising never falling and we calling for da
Revolution
But I band together when we knock the devil from the sky now
Rise up but a Rasta men & women can you hear the cry now
Rise up
But Babylon is falling Jah need I and i
VERSE 1
When Jah people need a rebel sound system
We a feh dem light Jah fire & we lit them (we a feh=we are going to)
Turn the table it's a fable where de devil go
Bleach dem skin dem chicken pon the radio
Go upon the hill and think about Selassie
Soul grow when we spark flow and ask me
Cant kick flow blow like a donkey
Where me fellow rebel soul me gonna wanna go
When ya just left with a likka animal (likka=little)
Heel up wheel up wit a fist pump yo
Come committee come come bad a biddy bum bum
Pity wanna get some gun & they boom boom
Freak dem speak dem ah seh one done (ah seh one=cool)
All di while mon a seh a bum bum (all di while=all the time)
When ya behn in Babylon why yeh mus get fyah
When ya tread a ready one won an a come come
CHORUS
Im a Mr. Mention pure gal a wanna mi(Mr.Mention=ladies man)
Run a boat a money im a bad bwoy seh
See a many poverty in a ghetto cover me
Sleng teng burn tree down to deh ground see
Wa da do dem wit da youth dem fancy
Come now feel me its an automatic
Government says its just an autocratic
But the AK with the spray its spastic
Boot tha roots & dem shoots &its classic
Im a champion on the run bombastic
No cris ya cuss cuss must need a chalice (cris=cool, cuss cuss=argument)
Fiend ya fuss fuss ya might need em balance
Independent man in an independent land
Canna get me cuz I run upon deh sand
Bus dem shut & a bloodclot cut
Honor see dem ya wan jah bless
CHORUS
OUTRO
Jah only bless & cant no man curse me
Mash it up wit day outs dem hurts me
No odda way but pray im thirsty
We a fiend a finally found mercy
Come committee come come bad a biddy bum bum
Come committee come come bad a biddy bum bum
Megaphone Large
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Aware, Boisterous, Change, City, Cocky, Confident, Confrontational, Dangerous, Edgy, Fed Up, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Intimidating, Loud, Political, Power, Protest, Raw, Rebellious, Resistance, Riot, Rough, Rowdy, Society, Street, Taunting, Tough, Unrest, Uprising, Wild
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Scratches, Trumpet
BPM:
110
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Megaphone Large
You need to put these suckas in their place man
They don't know what they doing
You really need to show them what's
Really going on out here, eh yo!
Rolling through with my posse
Just watch me, an army can't stop me
Intelligent, militant minded
Ring the alarm, strongarm behind it
Street soldiers got my back
We on the attack, cutting no slack
The squad gets bigger, coming at you like a
Pack of gorillas, heavy hitters
Rain or shine, crash your party one time
Like elephants run through your front line
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
Megaphone large
It's time to show and prove
They better get down or lay down
You know what I'm saying, word up!
Yo, it's time to shut it down!
Black boots stomping, mask and gloves
Better duck when the shotgun pumps
Smash windows, where's your heroes
They just zeroes, never fear those
Surrounded by yellow tape
Proceed with caution, can't handle the weight
Too heavy, you ain't ready
Cut your propaganda to confetti
Can't lose, light the fuse
Won't be televised, shut down the news
Lead the charge, to bomb your whole squad
Voice of the people, megaphone large
Get Nasty Now (Bring Your Booty)
Artist(s): XYKO
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Writer(s):
Robert Khurana (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Dubstep, EDM, Electro, Hip Hop, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Reggae Dance Hall
Keywords:
Action, Attitude, Club, College, Crazy, Crowd, DJ, Dance Floor, Dirty, Drinking, Drop, Fun, Funky, Glowstick, Good Time, Grinding, Hype, Intense, Jamaica, Late Night, Lively, Loose, Party, Rave, Sexy, Shots, Strobe Light, Warehouse, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
105
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Nasty Now (Bring Your Booty)
Bring it! Hey! Bring it
Come on!
Let me see you get nasty now
Let me see you get nasty now
Bring your booty
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring it right down
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring it right down
Whoa!
Bust it
Bust it
Let me see you get nasty now
Let me see you get nasty now
I'm gonna cook it up like this
Bring your booty
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring it right down
Boom! Whoa! Yah!
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring your booty
Bring it right down
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring your booty
Bring it right down
I'm gonna cook it up like this
Let me see you get nasty now
Let me see you get nasty now
Bring your booty
Yah bring it! come!
Bring your booty
Bring it right down
Let me see you get nasty now
Let me see you get nasty now
In Pursuit Of Power
Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Cinematic Drums
Subcategories:
Action, Drama, Instrumental, Trailer, Trailer Action Adventure, Trailer Off The Beaten Path
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Building, Buildup, Chase, Conflict, Drama, Dramatic, Edge, Intense, Percussive, Pursuit, Rhythmic, Tense, Tension, Trailer, Tribal
Instruments:
Bass, Cello, Drums, Percussion, Strings
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
161
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
7/4
Roots
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Cinematic Drums
Subcategories:
Action, Action Chase Thriller, Cinematic Drums, Drama, Epic, Instrumental, Orchestral, Score, Tension and Suspense, Trailer, Trailer Action Adventure, Trailer Suspense, Trailer World, World
Keywords:
Action, Adventure, Aggressive, Chase, Climactic, Cult, Dance, Dangerous, Dark, Driving, Epic, Heist, Heroic, Island, Polynesian, Ritual, Running, Super Hero, Suspense, Tension, Tribal
Instruments:
Drums, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Solo Drums, Sound Design, Strings, Synthesizer, Toms
Track Styles:
Trailer
BPM:
113
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
She Drives Me Crazy
Artist(s): Derek Butler
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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:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Dance, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Promo, Radio, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Teen, Texting, Upbeat, Wealthy, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
She Drives Me Crazy
SHE DRIVES ME CRAZY
CHORUS 1
She the one who keeps me wantin' more
She make me lose control
I'm addicted yeah I need it
She drives me crazy
She the one who keeps me comin' back
Got that candy on the floor
I'm addicted yeah I need her
She drives me crazy
VERSE 1
Oooh yeah she like the wild and freaky
She got it goin' on, the girl can please me
I wanna ride her in my Maserati
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So smooth she like a warm Courvoisier
Drink her up she go down the right way
The club is bumpin', she for sure a hottie
Oooh so sexy when she move that body, move that body
CHORUS
BRIDGE
She drive me, ah
She drive me crazy
She drive me crazy
Ah ah yeah yeah
CHORUS
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 Up In That
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Back Alley, Booty, Bump And Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Downtown, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Kinky, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, NYC, Nasty, Neo Electro, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Sexual, Sexy, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Tough, Twerk, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synthesizer
BPM:
129
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
All Up In That
All Up In That
I'm all up in that
All up in that
Give it to me girl
She make me wanna flow
She make me wanna go
Verse 1
Sneak into the spot late night like I rock
Stick stuck stock tickin
Let me get that finger lickin pop
Nerdy girls actin like they're ho's
I get up in that body like nitro
Feel that bass and lick your toes
Twist beats & drinkin booze
Make you lose your socks & shoes
All up in the house of blues
So many 10's I get to choose
All up in em like kangaroos
I hit it and I quit it and I never lose
Up in sugar walls in ya bed
Give it to me yall white black or red
Chorus
Verse 2
Frequently fliptastic
Move that body like its plastic
Black toast another classic
When we rock these beats its spastic
Triangulate the way these haters skate up on my stick
Pop and lock and freeze got that lollipop to lick
Chorus
Verse 3
I'm not sayin get on your knees
But like a spliff you got me lit
I'm bout to dip you lick you like special sauce
Brush them teeth and make you floss
Smack that uhh
Chorus
Good Times
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, Rap
Keywords:
Bar, Barrio, Celebration, Celebratory, City, Commercial, Dance, Energetic, Fun, Ghetto, Hopeful, Joyful, Joyous, Night Club, Party, Positive, Promo, Radio, Swagga, Swagger, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Horns, Piano, Scratches, Strings
BPM:
95
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Good Times
GOOD TIMES
CHORUS
These are the good times
Forever in the hood times
We gonna make it we can make it
These are the ggod times
Love is the best crime
We gonna make it
Verse 1
5 bucks get a forty and a dutch
not thinking about much see my shorty get a touch
sweet as can be and a big you know what
keep my head up I never stop swingin
never stop hopin always keep copin
keep my body movin and my mind in motion
slick in production big truck system
mama always said son stick with the wisdom
I came to get them stick them fit them
I aint a victim and you never see me slippin
Never see me dippin even in middle of friction
Got them all wishin they was in my position
Smooth with the diction pay to listen
I get paid every single day
Gotta be good in the hood baby
Keep it comin baby one more time
We gotta hit them now with one more rhyme
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I gotta say make me feel that way
Like sippin champagne on the fifth of may
Like a pocket full of benjamins I maintain
Make it fall like rain act mad insane
Runnin through the streets yellin my own name
Love the way you move love the way you do
Anything can happen when you walk like that
King im relaxed to the infinite
Rock mic's that's my instrument
With two turntables make this thing get bent
Wicked with the flow act you don't know
Rockin it real fats then I make it slow
Flip the hood we can all get down
All come together white black or brown
In the hood whats good it's the natural sound
Check me out when ya on the block
CHORUS
Where You Come From
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Underground Rap
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bold, Bouncy, Bragging, Cocky, Coming Up, Confident, Cool, Determined, Driving, Flossing, Gritty, Overcoming, Percussive, Proud, Raw, Rising Above, Self Confidence, Self Esteem, Sports Event, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808, Drums, Hand Claps, Percussion, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
91
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Where You Come From
WHERE YOU COME FROM
INTRO
I've been doing this now
since 1996 now
and when they see me get rich now
they gonna throw a fit now
PRE-CHORUS
Who am I?
I'm the guy with the 9 lives
flipping it and serving since before you was a small fry
Who were you?
I'm the truth
do it for the youth
kick them to the curb
cause they not sure but they assume
CHORUS
Where you come from?
They be looking at me hard like where you come from
you thinking you a star but where you come from
I don't think I know you where you come from
well I'm a keep it going till I'm all done
VERSE 1
And I never finish
when I start to hit the bottom that's when I replenish
I regenerate my DNA I'm like a starfish
call me Marcus
single shot between the oculars a marksman
right on target in the dark beg your pardon
I'm so starving that I shut down the market
my steel's sharpened like a samurai incarnate
bow to my blade then I slay through your garments
I'm ready to explode
I don't think they know
give it all I got and then I give a little more
I'm a have to show them it's time to step their flow up
they think that I just showed up
but I'm ready to blow up
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
And I never stop
I'm a keep reaching and reaching til I reached the top
I'm the cream of the crop
the beam before the shot
I'm the schemer of the plot
I'm the key inside the lock
the leader of the flock
the teacher of the art call me Shihan
one thing we agree on is I'm not one to sleep on
I defeat all speech deeper the recall's coming
the meat thawed and everyone can see y'all
This the exposition call me the inquisitor
they think that I'm a visitor
but I been doing this before
and since I must have missed it more
I'm kicking down this prison door
and give them what they wishing for
I'm sick of being this ignored
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Bright Lights Big City
Artist(s): St. John (feat. L. Young)
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 45% / Richard A Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 55%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Against the Odds, Anthem, Bold, Defiant, Determined, Driving, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persevere, Persistence, Positive Attitude, Power, Pride, Protest, Rising, Rising Above, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Unity, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Drum Loop, Drums, Electric Guitar, Guitar, Piano, SFX, Solo Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
84
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bright Lights Big City
BRIGHT LIGHTS BIG CITY
INTRO
From the rooftops
To the city blocks
We livin proof
That we can't & we won't stop
Let's keep it movin
Show & prove that we already dropped
I'd like to take this opportunity
To thank the whole community
For keepin us together in the same spot
Yo in the dark night
We see the bright lights
& we can rock right
(We keep the game tight)
We represent the element that gave us true sight
CHORUS
Bright lights, big city
It's gonna lift you higher and higher
When the world has got you down
City's gonna lift you higher and higher
VERSE 1
Lights flash blast past do the math
We building up beginning squad
Illuminate the path
Hit the street feel the concrete
Underneath your feet
And we runnin like there's only seconds left
Feel the breath
Let's connect reach out mad respect
I can't believe how far we raised
From Dirty blocks & dark hallways
Opposite of tenements
We livin in the top percent
Of hustlin their dreams
Livin way above our means
Now we formulate the team
Hit em like a lazer beam
Infinite abilities
Flowin like Pheidippides
Outside of parentheses
Genius in facilities
Our options are infinity
Founded independently
The path is undertaken
By the underestimated
Can you feel it yeah we made it
To the top we elevated
We don't stop & we created
In a new stream a new team
Shine like the ever present presence
Of the spotlight
(The light beams)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Smash perception ain't no question
You're the best of them
I hope that the rest of them
Gettin all this oxygen (its medicine)
A catalyst of power people
Comin from the underground
Many styles all the citizens
From all around the planet ascending in a way that you can never take for granted
(It's a piece of pace a past of place)
I pass the praise the pastor makes
The timing of the time it takes
To raise up all the youth
That's the proof of the positivity & true humility
Passed on these progressions
In the cyphers & the sessions
True knowledge comes from everyone
& everything surrounding
We pounding up the bricks
& in our footsteps is evidence of providence
The sky scrapes takes a little building at a time
Now you over-stand the rhyme
We can all together climb
You get yours & I get mine
Never been a better time
To come together (each of us can teach one)
Never been a better time
I think I see the sign
CHORUS
OUTRO
Keep your head raised
As your mind stays
High above the fray
When you need to get up & stay up
Just nod your head & meditate
On this verbal word play
It's like every single day
We don't stop
We rock hip hop
On every single block
Let's get together now & raise it to the top
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
Come Get It
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Old School, Rap
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Boisterous, City, Cocky, Confident, Crime, Dangerous, Drugs, Fight, Gang, Gritty, Hype, Intimidating, Loud, Mean, Mischief, New York City, Party, Power, Raw, Rough, Rowdy, Rucker Park, Ruckus, Sports, Street, Taunting, Tough, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Saxophone
BPM:
107
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Come Get It
Back it up, back it up, punk get off me
Or get dunked like a donut in coffee
But I ain't a pig, I peel your wig back
Puffin on a blunt, crack open a six pack
Swig it, I get it how I live it
And that's large, the one in charge
I spit it, like an AK spray
Wet up your whole crew, make my day, punk
Pop junk, get popped in the teeth
This ain't a BBQ, you don't want no beef
I'll give it to you raw, homeboy, just hollar
If you wanna get some, I'll break you off proper
CHORUS:
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
Break'em off, break'em off,
Break'em off, break'em off some
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
You can come get it,
If you want some, you can come get it
Try to step to me and you're gonna get dropped
I got a left and a right that goes pop, pop, pop
Down for the count, another round of shots
Bottoms up, grab the mic and wreck shop
Leaving wack crews, dazed and confused
What you gonna do when this menace come for you
got nothing on the southpaw style
flip you like a waffle, wake up horizontal
I'll leave a sucker empty, boy don't tempt me
my fists are heavy, you ain't ready
serving beat downs, with the body rocker
so if you want some, I'll break you off proper
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
Kill Em Dead
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Crushing, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Football, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Underground
Instruments:
Bass, Claps, Drums, Keyboard, Organ, SFX, Synths
BPM:
150
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Kill Em Dead
You picked the wrong one to be messing with
Born in a dark hole I was left in it
No heart no soul that's definite
Leave no witnesses or evidence
And my hands just attracted to weapons kids
Bang Bang till ain't nothing left in it
Now your body ain't got no breath in it
Sending off to the morgue what's left of it
We coming no time to prepare now
Yea we coming don't be acting scared now
CHORUS:
You better run n**** run run
He wanna be a killer (run n**** run run)
Until somebody kill 'em'
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Bang bang kill 'em dead
Move slow can't be too cautious
See the line right there? Don't cross it
Hatin' n***** just make me nauseous
Chop 'em down like tree in a forest
This my city now no tourist
Putting flowers on your grave no florist
You ain't gangsta you just want the hype huh?
Watching real killers within wishing you was like one
I don't fear no man gon' try me
Face shots have you eating through an IV
And I didn't want to that was your fault
Big guns barrel long as a pole vault
Bang bang bang bang bang killer
Talk slick make your brain brain spilla
It ain't safe out here for the weak hearted
Eulogy reading dearly departed
Fall Silent
Artist(s): XYKO
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Writer(s):
Robert Khurana (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
EDM, Electro, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Urban, Urban Alt, Urban Alternative
Keywords:
Club, College, Crazy, Crowd, DJ, Dance Floor, Dirty, Drop, Fun, Glowstick, Good Time, Grinding, Intense, Late Night, Lively, Loose, Party, Rave, Shots, Strobe Light, Warehouse, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fall Silent
Alright
Alright
Fall Silent
Fall Silent
Alright
Fall Silent
Which thing?
Explain!
Why not?
Alright
Fall Silent
Alright
Fall Silent
Fall Silent
Alright
Tear Down These Walls
Artist(s): Monolithic
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Writer(s):
Mike Babbitt (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Alternative Rock, Dubstep, Electro, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ascension, Breaking Through, Brooding, Defiant, Dynamic, Edge, Emotional, Epic, Huge, Inspirational, Intense, Machines, Metallic, Passionate, Powerful, Pulsing, Reflection, Revelation, Swell, Tense, Trailer, Wobble
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, SFX, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Tear Down These Walls
I don't mind what the voices say
They've been wrong about it anyway
I'm not kind to the notion they
Want a design that I must obey
I don't feel like I'm so inclined
To prescribe to the drug you designed
Sign my name on the dotted line
But either way the card will be declined
I'm not going down
Not without an insurrection
I will win the crowd
This in spite of your objection
It's gotten pretty dark in here
It's time to turn the lights on
CHORUS
Tear down these walls
Let the sunlight save us all
Tear down these walls
Let them hear the clarion call
I don't mind when the voices say
"Don't you be rockin' that boat today!"
"Why not play the games that we all play?"
"Isn't it safer when we play this way?"
I'm not your piece of molding clay
I think you overlooked my dossier
Wishing I would go away
Like the last glimmer of a sunny day
I know who you are
And I won't stand for the oppression
You're a fallen star
And your lie is your obsession
It's gotten pretty dark in here
It's time to turn the lights on
Tear down these walls
Let the sunlight save us all
Tear down these walls
Let them hear the clarion call
2 Much
Artist(s): Billy Gram
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Writer(s):
Jorodd Phillips (ASCAP) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Carefree, Cars, Cash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Freewheeling, Money, Playful, Posse, Radio, Riding, Rowdy, Streets, Swag, West Coast, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
2 Much
Oh my God, uh Oh my God
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
All my niggas all real niggas
707 young field niggas
Used to rock the Fila with my Hilfiger
Then I got the chevy let it peel nigga
Trill nigga I just want a black card
I just hit the backyard, runnin from the cop car
Yadadamean my nig serve the fiends that berries n cream no blapstar
Woke up feeling like a trapstar
Pull up in the hood gripping wood no Hacksaw
No games, thats Capcom
All izm it ain't even got a app for
Said I represent the Flats boy
Trap jumping you can't even hit the backboard
Oh my God Gram don't know how to act boy
I guess I'm stunting, I should probably make them ask for it
HOOK
I smoke too much weed
I'm on too much heem
Just let me do my thing
VERSE
Been about business since '88
Why you fake pimping get your paper straight
Early morning shift trying to make a play
S*** I was broke for a minute had to make a way
Blowing on cookie, Earvin- swerving
All black in the back of that suburban
Whole team working, Heem team, I don't do the Bourbon
Somebody tell these niggas that it's curtains
Perfect, yes- Baby am I worth it? Yes
If it's money on line I deserve a check
Keep a bunny on line with some perfect neck
A1 I just get up in her purse and jet
No flex zone, neck gold Fadavi piece
Woe is me, oh my god like I hit the lottery
Please don't bother me, I just want to roll up- hold up
Couple double cups somebody pour up
HOOK
OUTRO
Nigga I don't give a f***
Said we don't give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Little nigga give a f***
Nigga I don't give a f***
Nigga we don't give a f***
Nigga gave no f***
Nigga
Get Low
Artist(s): Zenemy (feat. Mr. Mills)
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Stephen Mills (IMRO) 50% / Wesley Devine (IMRO) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, EDM, Electro, Electro House, Electronica Dance Club House Trance, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Auto Tune, Club, Dance Floor, Drop, Dubstep Break, Energetic, European, Exciting, Fashion, Fun, Glowstick, Good Time, Half Time, High Energy, Hype, Hyped Up, Intense, Late Night, Party, Rave, Reality TV, Spring Break, Strobe Light, Wild
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
128
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Get Low
Give her the flow and let her get low
(Zenemy Djz, Mr. Mills! And we want you to get low)
I'm addicted to this female
Got pictures in my email
I'm a punk when it comes to detail
But that lady got that retail
Wanna feel the breeze in my CK breeze
Take it off let me see that 'v'
Hold your pose then get back on your knees
One more picture for my email please
I'm addicted (Gimme some more)
Give her the floor and let her get low
I'm addicted (Gimme some more)
Give her the floor and let her get low
She can teach these amateurs to get pro
She can work the pole she can take control,
She can make the mind of a man implode
Little Bo Peep with a flock of sheep
Well I'm a dog in the field and I feel the heat
I fall to my feet cause I feel the beat
Now Little Bo-Peep started watching me.
Why you watching me? (Keep watching me)
Don't stop for me, just drop the beat
Now come a little closer just rock with me.
Give her the floor and let her get low
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Bravado, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Energy, Frat House, Freewheeling, Fun, Good Time, Nightlife, Party, Playful, Rowdy, Swagger
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, Saxophone, Vibraphone
BPM:
96
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Gone Keep It Rollin
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 1
I came a long way, reversin' the wrong way
Detour, around manure, paid dues and got paid
Crash and burn, lose and learn, knuckle up, keep hitting
Put your hands to the ceiling, live a life worth living
It's a target worth hitting, it's prize worth getting
A hustle worth sweating, no stopping, no question
No need for confessions, I'm clean
I got a cup of caffeine I'm looking for the cream
Chorus
We gone keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Try to pull me down but I'll never slow up
Hop on if you're coming my way
We gon keep it rolling
Moving on a brighter day
Smiling cuz I see the silver lining
Hop on if you're coming my way
Verse 2
It ain't the dog in the fight, it's the fight in the dog
Following my dreams like a fog light in a fog
It's a matter of time, so I'm turning the cog
To wind up my watch, it's like I'm lighting a log
To light a fire in me, burn bridges if they tempt me
They ain't no friend of me, if they see me half empty
No room for pride, this where jealousy dies
If you're with me hit me up and hop on for the ride
Brighter Every Day
Artist(s): St. John (feat. Rhonda Jones)
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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:
2010s, Electro, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Club, College, Dance, Feel Good, Frat, Fraternity, High School, Hopeful, Love, Party, Passionate, Positive, Radio, Sorority, Strobe Light, Upbeat, Uplifting
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
128
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Brighter Every Day
BRIGHTER EVERY DAY
CHORUS
My world is looking brighter every day
Hope was gone
My world is looking brighter every day
Every day
Was so lonely
VERSE 1
Got a feelin like I wanna give it up and go
To the center as I enter & im in the show
Like im in a crazy animated video
Round the world with my girl & we wanna grow
To the top of the spot & around the pole
Too fast better catch cuz we aint slow
Fresh pressed whipped up in a white T
Swerving curbs in a black 550
Come upon me on the corner gonna miss me
Spotlight so bright when it hit me
All the ladies in the spot so sexy
Put ya hands in the sky if you feel me
Can you tell me where you gonna fonna wanna be
In a yacht in the sun on the high sea
In a g6 listening to Jay-Z
From LA to The Bay to NYC
CHORUS
VERSE 2
So hot in the spot can we pump it up
Grab a drink tell the DJ turn it up
Dom P Cristal in a paper cup
Pop lock do the Dougie when ya in the club
When ya see me & ya feel me better gimme love
Feel so good in the hood that I might erupt
Got the diamonds in my collar for my little pup
To my fans in the stands don't back up
We got some time baby don't leave
In the furs your curves gonna fit me
Got my bills stacked up to the ceiling
Never ever wanna stop this feeling
Turn the bass up hot in the building
Gotta taste this chase this energy
All I got is friends no enemies
Gonna be a brighter day ya wanna be around me
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Yeah
Bright bright hold you tight
Get you in the mix tonight
Every day the sun is shinin
Love these beats they keep me rhyming
This world is getting brighter brighter every day
This world is getting brighter brighter every day
This world is getting brighter brighter every day
Smart Bomb
Artist(s): Chris Hodges
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Writer(s):
Chris Hodges (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Cinematic Drums
Subcategories:
Action, Action Chase Thriller, Cinematic Drums, Electronica Rock, Hard Rock, Hybrid, Industrial, Instrumental, Suspense, Tension and Suspense, Trailer, Trailer Action Adventure
Keywords:
Aggressive, Building, Chaos, Chase, Cinematic, Conflict, Conquer, Courage, Dangerous, Dark, Determined, Dramatic, Epic, Immediate, Impact, Intense, Legend, Military, NFL, Ominous, Powerful, Psychological Thriller, Rhythmic, Scary, Score, Strong, Tension, UFC, Video Game, War
Instruments:
Bass, Cymbals, Drums, Keyboard, Percussion, SFX, Sound Design, Synthesizer, Taiko Drums
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
134
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
To Be Continued
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Writer(s):
Christopher Jenkins (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Reality TV, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Gator
Artist(s): Arsonist
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Writer(s):
Christopher Jenkins (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Reality TV, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Drums, Percussion, SFX, Synthesizer
BPM:
108
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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