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On The Corner
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:
Hip Hop, Rap, Reality TV, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
City, Danger, Gang, Hollywood, LA, Los Angeles, Menacing, Miami, Minimal, NYC, New York City, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Promo, Strip Club, Style
Instruments:
Drums, Glockenspiel, Piano, Strings
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Goodwill Hunting
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:
Drama, Hip Hop, R&B, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
City, Club, Dark, Minimal, New York City, Night Club, Nightlife, Ominous, Promo
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, SFX, Strings, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
96
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Fight Till The End
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Adversity, Attitude, Big, Cars, Cash, Ceremonial, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Drop, Entrance, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Gang, Impending, Mean, Money, Persistence, Rising, Showdown, Sports, Streets, Suspense, Swagger, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
135
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Broken Dreams
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Attitude, Big, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Epic, Gang, Impending, Mean, Money, Persistence, Rising, Sports, Streets, Suspense, Swagger, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
See The Clouds
Artist(s): Ty Frankel
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Writer(s):
Ty Frankel (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Background, Chill, Club, Crisp, Dance, Drugs, Emotional, Fame, Flash Back, Glamour, Late Night, Melancholy, Money, Mug Shot, Odds, Rehab, Sad, Sports, Streets, Tough, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Snare Drum, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
78
Key:
F
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Tandoori
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, Hip Hop, R&B
Keywords:
Belly Dance, City, Club, Fashion, Middle Eastern Influence, Model, Mysterious, Night Club, Nightlife, Sneaky, Style
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, SFX, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
87
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Too Fast For Me
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:
1980s, Entertainment News, Instrumental, Instrumental-Only, Reality TV, Techno, Underscore
Keywords:
Chill, Early 90s, Energetic, Fashion, Fun, Funky, Infomercial, Laid Back, Late 80s, Makeover, Motion, Paparazzi, Red Carpet, Runway, Shopping Network, Sports, Tasking, Transitional, Travel
Instruments:
Electronic Drums, Electronic Percussion, SFX, Synth Bass, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
90
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Jump She Jump
Artist(s): St. John
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Writer(s):
Richard Trapp (BMI) 50% / Steven Kyle Mack (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dancehall, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Jamaican, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap, Reggae, Reggae Dance Hall, Reggaeton
Keywords:
Beach, Caribbean, Club, Dance, Flirtatious, Florida, Fun, Island, Kinky, Miami, Party, Playful, Promo, Radio, Sexy, South Beach, Sports, Spring Break, Street, Strip Club, Summer, Tough, Twisted
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
93
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Jump She Jump
Jump She Jump
Chorus
Jump she jump anytime
When we in the club and we feel the bassline
Bump he bump anytime
When he in the club and he feel the bassline
Verse 1
When me fly around the world
I spy upon them girls
Dip around the block opportunity come knock
Put em all in my limo and we takin it non stop
Dirty as she wanna be see her walkin down the street
Wonder if she tell me can we jump up jump up
Ask her what her name would be said you cant mess with me
Said maybe baby you shake and were gonna see
Sippin on straight hennessee
Rub a dub I got some love
When I freak her from behind
She fit me like a glove
Follow me follow me come and reach from above
Come to make the floor the ceiling shake
Motivate and twist upon the record like bump bump
If you workin 9 to 5 or doin dirt and then you drive
Makin it hard to stay alive we jump jump
Chorus
Verse 2
Me from London west end want a friend
Come in and pretend like they really makin ends
Got a fatter pocket meta4 know how to rock it
Come with me come with me
I got jump up for days mama need to get paid
Back of an escalade smoking hand rolled spliffs
I like the club dirty smoky Daniel jack the 5th
Insane when I spit the gift like you need a lift
Put your hands up make a 4 name is meta4
Came here to get raw so get on the floor
I like to get the whole joint jumpin jumpin
Thumpin thumpin like they say we need it crunk
Make my move and make you look
Got you starin at the floor and you shook shook
People let me tell you one time
West side east side cmon
Chorus
Ready
Artist(s): IamViix
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Writer(s):
Marco Cian (SOCAN) 40% / Pete Momarr Scott (BMI) 20% / Zarnoosh Bilimoria (SOCAN) 40%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Getting High, Gritty, Hypnotic, Party, Power, Sports, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
100
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ready
READY
PRE-CHORUS
Taking off like rocket
Move too fast can't stop it
Got pull corner pocket
Yeah (3X)
CHORUS
Cause I'm ready, ready
Cause I'm ready
VERSE 1
I'm ready to take off like a rocket,
And it's no way that you can try to stop it,
I'm so high right now, higher than a cockpit,
I'm so high right now I think I might need myself a pilot
So fly and don't got no stylist,
Don't drive less it got no mileage
No time since got this on my wrist
Too sick, too sick like it's virus
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ready to take off like a rocket
When my team link, it's a mosh pit
Zoom too fast can't stop it,
No hands, autopilot,
No keys, push, start driving,
Zoom (3X)
CHORUS
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
You Can't Stop This
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Basketball, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Edgy, Game, Gritty, Hypnotic, Mean, Party, Power, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
You Can't Stop This
CHORUS
How you gon stop this?
Took up the notches
Big boss cockpit
I'm on your watch list
How you gon stop this? (I can't stop) (3X)
You cannot stop this? (I can't stop)
VERSE 1
I move right you left
Classic like a NES
Big boss moves with the steps
I don't even catch my breath
Class been started you late
Made it from the bottom thats fate
Had to push it up no weight
Did that there in one take
Going all the way no breaks
Big biz no MBA
Bout to make a big wave no lakes
I'm a superhero no cape
My diamonds is flawless
My flow so appealing
I'm balling no Spaulding
I'm working my calling
I gotta go all in
I never be stalling
Move too fast man
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I don't ever stop I run for it
Coming against us you done for it
Got a championship need 1 more
Give the people what they come for
My whole team got big names
Every game we play a big game
Swish swish swish my wrist game
Move too quick like quicksand
CHORUS
Eye Of The Storm
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 50% / Tim Paul Hammes (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Challenge, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eye Of The Storm
VERSE 1
Another hero rises up
Out of the dawn
Hand on my hilt
Ready for em
Locked in brilliant form
Eyes full of vermillion
Ain't no fealty sworn
Except for a few
I hold with resilient born
Un-torn, unconditional
Constant affinity
Were here for jaunt
And then were gone
For infinity
I'm taking up the gauntlet
No acting timidly
They try to intimidate me
But they can't eliminate me
All they can do is hate me
But there the ones made me
Melded by the mayhem
My mind's my only sanctum
I got to find a way
For every move they play
Cuz when all the pieces fall
Its either me or they (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Looking out
Through the eye of the storm
Through the riot and calm
Through the night and the dawn
Through the plight
And the strife
To the final beyond
Like a Viking song
VERSE 2
I stay wary
Conscious of my surroundings
Cause I know
Everywhere I go
Conflict surrounds me
It's the constant
State of affairs
But I can't be afraid
I got to embrace any fear
That I have
Got to take any trace that appears
Then turn into something
More brazen and fierce
Cuz when they start engaging
And invading my sphere
I got to be ready
To break em off
Leave em impaired
Cuz they out for blood
And their plot is
To end me
I'm defending
My honor
My name
Is an emblem
Of symbol courage
And independence
There will be no occurrence
Of any surrendering
I'm taking a stand
Making my brand
Never faking
Never breaking
Never forsaking my clan
Forever adamant
Surveying land
Holding fate in my hand (4X)
CHORUS (2X)
Throwback Hustle
Artist(s): Matt Vander Boegh
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Drama, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Urban
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Background, Cars, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Drama, Fame, Flashback, Ghetto, Gossip, Mean, Plotting, Prankster, Retro, Shenanigans, Sneaking, Sneaky, Sports, Streets, Suspense, Suspicious, Tasking, Tension, Throwback, Tough, Transit, Transition, Transitional, Trouble, Walking
Instruments:
Bass, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
92
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Down With Oh Nine Tees
Artist(s): Matt Vander Boegh
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Comedy, Drama, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Urban
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Background, Cars, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Drama, Fame, Flashback, Ghetto, Gossip, Mean, Plotting, Prankster, Retro, Shenanigans, Sneaking, Sneaky, Sports, Streets, Suspense, Suspicious, Tasking, Tension, Throwback, Tough, Transit, Transition, Transitional, Trouble, Walking
Instruments:
Bass, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
90
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 45% / Jason Aaron Garland-Milhauser (BMI) 55%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
Braggadocious
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:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Going Out, Intense, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Braggadocious
I just walked in looking like a million dollars
Got these haters bitter than a million olives
Lord please have mercy on all the realest
Saying 3 hail maries I'm bout to kill it
I could teach a class baby on how to raise ya swag level
A lot of zeros girl my cash on brag level
Fresh to death like i was in a coffin, dead-man
Turn the whole world upside down, handstand
These - sleepin' call me the sandman
Last inning I'm fittna knock out a grand slam
Go get the cameras baby its lights camera action
Call up the Paparazzi and tell 'em get the flashing
Roll out runway and check out all my fashion
Don't mind me I'm just braggin'
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Don't mind me I'm Braggadocios
I drive fast so I'd rather just stay in my lane
That new engine so loud you'll catch a migraine
Swag on wizard I got all of the magic with me
I could do a tricky make ya lady disappear quickly
When these young boys gon' learn?
Everyone make team not everybody get a turn
I'm going all 4 quarters baby we all in
Young Spalding that just means that I'm ballin
Twerkish
Artist(s): Rouvaun Roman
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Writer(s):
Robin Lewis Miller (ASCAP) 50% / Rouvaun Gus Roman (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Argument, Big, Conflict, Confrontation, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Heading Out, Huge, Impending, Promo, Showdown, Sports, Suspense, Swagger, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
74
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
For The Money
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Bling, Cars, Club, Decadence, Determined, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fame, Greed, Hype, Money, Motivation, Party, Rich, Riding, Streets, Swagger, Thug, Tough, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
97
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
For The Money
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (Ayy)
Get it up, get it up
Get it up, get it up (I said I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Elementary taught me math, easily a nigga passed
Ever since I was a youngin' I was counting mama cash
I used to steal it out her purse, I knew every stash
Double up the thing in half and I put the shit back
I was thuggin', never stole from the store, man
I was busy hitting licks on the door man
We was wildin', and we getting violent
Everybody twisting fingers on that chi chi time man
Grown man, and I'm still on that same s***
Why? I tell em boy, cause I ain't rich
I be going to hard just to make it last
Everybody making money so I know I can
Most niggas die for p****
If she broke, I'd rather ghost ride the p****
Cause money over humans, not women
I've been getting that since I was an imbecile
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I be out all night
Tell my mama I'ma be alright (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Never be the reason she rich, all she get is bubble gum and hard d*** (Yeah, I do this for the money)
If rappin' don't work then it's kilos, I got a plug on the d-low
I could never go broke, and you could use that as a quote (Yeah, I do this for the money)
Yeah, I do this for the money
Yeah, I do this for the money
For the money
Yeah I, y-yeah I do this for the money
For the money
Right Now
Artist(s): Tay F. 3rd
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Writer(s):
Deonte Kim (BMI) 50% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
After Party, Alley, Bling, Boisterous, Bottle Service, Brash, Club, Cocky, Confident, Cool, Dance Floor, Explicit Lyrics, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Grinding, LA, Late Night, Limousine, Models, Money, Party, Ratchet, Rousing, Rowdy, Street, Swag, Swagger, Tough, Trouble, VIP
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Synth
BPM:
93
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Right Now
I'm about to buy me a whip
Cause I remember sittin' on the bench
I remember I remember when I didn't have s***
Every weed sack I bought for somebody getting pinched
Couldn't pay my rent now that's just a day spent
Diamonds in my chains make you do an Asian squint
Jack Chan I stunt
Ooooo she old news last month
True we didn't wear those much
Only thing we could afford was some Dickies and some Chucks
Now its Ferragamo belts, new shoes in my shelf
God my favorite artist ever cause he made myself
Imma master pieces, Mona Lisa is jealous
If we was alive the same time I would of hit and left her
I said I'm really fly right now
Really feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
And if you got a problem you can try right now
Right now, right now, right now, right now
I said I'm feeling like the guy right now
My arrogance is really high right now
I said I'm really feeling fly right
I think I'm too good off myself
Spend my money myself
I don't need no help
Money money get a dollar spend it quick
Threezy Threezy never broke bets believe I got the fix
Believe I got the chicks, believe I got the piff
Believe I got the chips but if you ain't drop 5 then you not hitting shit
I said I'm confident and cocky and I'm all of the above
Stay higher than a dove that's rolled up a dub
I roll to the club picking out who I want
All i said is my name bets believe she gon' f***
Like a vacuum she suck, tell her get away
Your girlfriend front row yelling for a give away
High key your girlfriend wanna get at Tay
She better try out cause I'm living like eliminate
Any opposition on mommas I'll eliminate
Think I got a sweet tooth how I'm getting cake
Ohhh you think I had fetish how I'm getting weight
But I'm talking money n nothing here bummy
Raised Up
Artist(s): Ty Frankel
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Writer(s):
Ty Frankel (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, R&B, Rap, Reality TV, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Background, Chill, Club, Crisp, Dance, Drugs, Emotional, Fame, Flash Back, Glamour, Late Night, Money, Mug Shot, Rehab, Sad, Sports, Streets, Tough, Upbeat
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Percussion, Snare Drum, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
74
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Keep Walking
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
Keywords:
Big, Bling, Champions, City, Club, Cruising, Fame, Minimal, Reality TV, Sports, Sports Recap, Streets, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Dropped My Phone
Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 50% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Pop
Subcategories:
Dance, Electro, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Pop, R&B
Keywords:
City, Club, Fashion, Flirtatious, Fun, Glamour, Minimal, Model, Night Club, Nightlife, Promo, Style
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Piano, SFX, Strings, Synthesizer
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
120
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Filthy Stinking Rich
Artist(s): St. John
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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:
Comedy, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap
Keywords:
Alley, Bad, Barrio, Bling Bling, Booming, Bouncy, Bragger, Breaking Rules, Celebrity, City, Club, Cocky, Comedy, Cool, Dollars, Fame, Fortune, Fun, Funny, Girls, Good Time, Hip, Jewelry, L.A., Los Angeles, Low Rider, Money, N.Y.C., Naughty, New York, Odd, Party, Pimping, Playful, Quirky, Radio, Rich, Silly, Snotty, Spotlight, Street, Swag, Swagger, Swaggin, Tough, Trouble Makers
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Percussion
BPM:
84
Key:
A
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Filthy Stinking Rich
Boy you filthy
(I got what you want)
Boy you filthy
(I got what you need)
Boy you filthy
Filthy stinkin' rich
Ever since man back in the day
When I first started sellin' (hey) up in the bay
Had my pockets so fat like the back of Kim K.
Had to hide my gold hide my whip hide my chains
I had a million clean by the age of eighteen
Hoppin' gulf streams twenty chicks on my team
Bank roll splittin' pockets diamonds on my tick tock
Still up in the streets chiefin' money from this hip hop
Swagged up chilly willy philly don't stop
Holla at me girl cuz my style so clean
I'm playin' with this money girl you cant see me
I'm on the flat screen in a fat limousine
Pickin' up chicks that I ain't never seen
You don't have to know me
You could smell that green
You can do the splits while you lick the ice cream
We stack thick bricks tell the chicks to scream
Ain't nothing funny man had to get that money
Messin' with a bunny all the chicks say they love me
Half my paper dirty flippin' keys like the birdie
Up in the club and they try to act flirty
We can get down down take it to the ground
You know we in the building when you hear that (whoop) sound
Ain't messin' with an ounce man gimme the pound
They can see I'm filthy so they follow me around
Up north east to the west downtown
Trick flip stunts how we how we get down
All them player haters steady lookin' like clowns
Act like you know cuz we serve them ho's
Neck wrist belt buckle all of them froze
Stinkin' like new money up in ya nose
Rich flippin' steady sippin' sippin' veuve cliquots
Lemme see you dip stand up touch ya toes
Gonna Fly Tonight
Artist(s): Derek Butler (feat. St. John)
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Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Club, Dance, Electro, Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop
Keywords:
Anthemic, Attitude, Bar, Beverly Hills, Booty, Celebratory, City, Club, College, Commercial, Confidence, Confident, Downtown, Ecstasy, Ecstatic, Energetic, Energy, Exercise, Exuberant, Fashion, Flirtatious, Frat, Fun, High School, Hollywood, Inspiration, LA, Los Angeles, Mature, Miami, Model, Modeling, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Nightlife, Party, Pole Dancing, Powerful, Privileged, Promo, Radio, Rich, Runway, Sexting, Sexual, Sexy, Shopping, Street, Strip Club, Style, Success, Teen, Texting, Top 40, Upbeat, Uplifting, Wealthy, Win, Winning, Work Out, Young
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Percussion, Synthesizer
BPM:
125
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Gonna Fly Tonight
GONNA FLY TONIGHT
Chorus
We gonna fly tonight
Gonna take it high tonight
You know we feel allright
Nothings gonna bring us down
Verse 1
So hot so fresh so free
Finally be who we be
Sky up high to the galaxy
I see you you see me
Bounce baby bounce baby
Like to the ounce baby
Big up the spot to the maximum
Pump up the bass
In ya face & the drums
People on the planet
wanna come and get some
African to the Mexican
From who we am out to japan
I know ya understand
That we gotta demand
All the pieces of the puzzle
Fit into a big plan
Gonna fly up high
And we never land
Chorus
Verse 2
We rock this pretty party
She got a pretty body
This place be packed with the hotties
Make me wanna go and do something naughty
We shake never shook we cool
Sippin on yak in the back of the pool
Feelin kinda nice actin like a fool
We act brand new but we roll old school
I need hot beats off the streets
Time to make ya dance
Time to move ya feet
Passion smashin movin mixin
Freezing flippin freakin fixin
I cant stop cuz im on a mission
Stayin on top baby what im wishin
Up in the sky lets keep it high
Chorus
Bridge
This could be the start of something good
(repeat)
we stop we drop we roll
we wanna get outta control
we stop we drop we roll
we takin it outta control
we lifted we sky up
we get so get so high up
flip to the top of the galaxy
to the top of the galaxy
chorus
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1970s, Entertainment News, Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Soul
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Funky, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Porn, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sex Flick, South Central, Street, Streets, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
This Is My Block
THIS IS MY BLOCK
Chorus
This is my block – this is my block
The rock ain't gon' stop
This place is hot y'all – Ho ------
Verse 1
Posted up chokin'
On some Indo green
Stacked up in the back
Too many Stacks
I'm mean
These streets is the King's streets
It seems
Everyone or two years I have to make 'em lean
Hit 'em with tha machines
If you run the block
Heavy Handed Means!
Greasy
Enough cake to make your wake come quicker than a sun beam
Run up on you with the Fo' leave ya leaking
Pulling capers and I'm squeezing
It's Pleasing!
Yeah you nippy but I'm FREEZING
Fully automatic cracks
Now yo' whole family's weeping
Stop ya madness young dudes
I'm a veteran killa
Servin' 22 blocks
On every corner I'm the major dealer
Only 19 when I wrapped a Milla
You taking over the flow? Stop it will ya!
Ya pocket's thin? Boy I feel ya
But is it worth eating steel bullet dinners?
Repeat Chorus
Verse 2
We get it poppin'
What you talkin' bout dude?
You up in da club..
Chump, I own the club
You see how all they' eyes is glued
On my section roped off it's a thug reunion
We tucked with our tools.. Send
Them Bunnies over it's time for pattin' pannies
More throats in action in the back than the Grammys
Everybody on the floor throwin' 'bows and two-steppin'
I'm not a DJ but I make lean back when I'm pepperin'
No stressing
Mo weapons
Than the American
Airforce and you the Taliban
I'm the worst
I'm the HEAT man
I keep grams
Kilo'd up
Grands in rubber bands
Understand Fam?
Cold-hearted G and I don't give a damn
Yeah they saw what happened
But they won't take the stand
Everybody give respect
Cousin, I'm the man!
Taxin', Clappin', It's crackin'
That's why I'm rappin'
Repeat Chorus
Vamp
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Homey watch yo' back
You'll pay a heavy debt
Watch yo' back!
No matter what you do
Dog I'm watching you
You betta' watch yo' back!
I got eyes on every corner, plenty guns to shoot
Homey don't get smacked!
I'll treat you like my hoes if you disrespect
Make me grab the Tech
Or maybe grab ya neck!
Them slugs is hot
Homey, This is My Block!!
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