Tracks Similar To Let'em Run
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
Similar Tracks
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
Nothin' On Us
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attack, Attitude, Badass, Beast, Bold, Chase, Cocky, Confrontational, Criminal, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Empowerment, Energetic, Fight, Fighting, Forward, Gang, Heist, Inspirational, Intense, Mean, Pounding, Powerful, Promo, Pulsating, Pulsing, Sports, Street, Swagger, Tough, Underground, Uprising
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synths
BPM:
108
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Nothin' On Us
You know the name, put your face to the flames
scream with your blood on my fangs
bow down kiss the rings, get choked with a chain
my burner goes bang, the choppers go RRRRAAAHHHHH
get a noose if you wanna hang
get out of my lane, or catch a bullet like a train
mess around and you gonna be a sidewalk stain
we ain't players, we killers, oh you thought it was a game
CHORUS:
Competition we crushing
like it ain't nothing
barricades that we busting
like it ain't nothing
competition we crushing
like it ain't nothing
what you want, cuz you ain't got nothing
cuz you ain't got nothing
What you wanna say, what you wanna say
I could be a problem with no delay
Me and my co-d's we don't play
the homey's do dirt yo we don't say
we switch blades, we don't switch sides
we get paid, we don't let it slide
we stepping over if you draw the line
we take that, what's yours is mine, run it
CHORUS
Wolves of the streets, no love for sheep
pull your wool leave you lying on the street
skull and crossbones that means danger
got a itchy trigger finger for strangers
roll slow, tip toe, watch your step
get knocked a promise, not a threat
it's going down, and I ain't punking out
better get bodybags for the body count
Cutting Throats
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, Alley, Angry, City, Crime, Criminal, Dangerous, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Frightening, Gang, Ghetto, Intimidating, Jail, Mean, Menacing, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rough, Scary, Street, Tough, Underground, Vicious, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synths
BPM:
102
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Cutting Throats
Break'em take'em for whatever they got, run the jewels
Heat in the holster always stay hot, gunning the fools
Sonning whole crews, when we roll through
Bow down and stay down, before the loaded clip fold you
I got cold shoulders, and cold veins that hold steady cold steel,
Aim and blow brains
Spaghetti stained sidewalks, nighthawks swooping down
Taking all that you got or your life, whoever new in town
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
Roll up on'em like what, what, what
Back the FFF Up
Back the FFF Up
The game is cut throat so that throat gets cut
What's mine is mine, what's yours is mine, you get repo'd
I got keys for the city, keys short for kilos
Pistol to your peephole, knock knock who is it
Blockah blockah, to the dome, with the chrome, nobody home
Gunsmoke, weed smoke, chicks wanna rub and tug
motorboat them bras til the strap pop, keep the hammer cocked
Shel ls rock bells, ricochet, stray shots spray
Like raid on a roach who try to approach this
Pienso Verde
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Calamari Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Adventure, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Latino, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Strip Club, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar
BPM:
113
Language:
Spanish
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Pienso Verde
PIENSO VERDE
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Niños por las calles, niños bien hambrientos
Sin educación solo en sus tormentos
Mis palabras siempre se las lleva el viento
Puta corrupción hasta reina en los conventos
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Sigo, sigo en mi camino activista
Sigo, sigo y no me aceptan mi entrevista
Sigo, sigo hasta que alguien se pellizca
Y que entiende de miseria una pizca
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
PRE-CHORUS
Ciudad maléfica, ciudad patética
Aquí no hay ética, ciudad maléfica
Todo es la T.V.
CHORUS
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Yo pienso verde, yo pienso verde
Verde, verde, verde... yo pienso verde
Me levanto en una nube de humo gris
Intoxicado y medio loco sin dormir
La puta envidia de vivir en un país
Donde todo funciona, todo es surgir
I Think Green (Pienso Verde English Translation)
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
Children on the streets, very hungry children
Without education alone in their torments
My words are always blown by the wind
Slut corruption until queen in the convents
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
I'm still on my activist path
I continue, I continue and they do not accept my interview
I continue, I continue until someone is pinched
And that misery understands a pinch
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
PRE-CHORUS
Maleficent city, pathetic city
Here there is no ethics, evil city
Everything is the T.V.
CHORUS
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
I think green, I think green
Green, green, green... I think green
I get up in a cloud of gray smoke
Intoxicated and half crazy without sleep
The freaking envy of living in a country
Where everything works, everything is emerging
Bad Blood
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Attitude, Conflict, Confrontation, Creepy, Crime, Danger, Dark, Drama, Driving, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Hard, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Music box, Percussion, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
100
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Wiggle It Jiggle It
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Clown Dancing, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Deep South, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Wiggle It Jiggle It
WIGGLE IT JIGGLE IT
CHORUS
I love it when you wiggle it and jiggle it
U know I gotta get it
Oooh girl you making me horny
Tonight it's me and you shorty
I love it when they wigglin' and jigglin'
U know I wanna get it !
Can I get next to you hottie?
Rub hot oil all on yo' body?
VERSE 1
Hold up wait a minute
There some pieces up in the party
Time to get up in it
I like it when you move ya hips nice and slowly
Diamonds up in the bevel blind
I'm flashin' the Roly
Hey, Oooh!
Please excuse me mama
U lookin' good tonight
Me no want no drama
Move weight
Yeah I'm known in the Burroughs
Flip the stash 5 times a week
Made thorough
Whassup? Whatup Hun!
You seen me at the bar with a stack of hunds
All dem other dudes steady bumpin dey gums
You heard about the flow
Now you think I'm the one?
Only if you gonna gimme some lung!
Wit' ice cubes, let my brothers bounce on your tongue
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
What can I say?
Can I kiss ya booty dimples today?
CHORUS
VERSE 2
100 proof
The way you move dat thang
Baby you the truth
Ya need some new moves?
Suga, I could coach ya
I tried to told ya
Get tha picta
Mi la vida loca hey!
Da kitty's hot
Actin' like it's not
Now you got me on the flo'
Drop it like it's hot
Let me touch it
We can make it easy
Hit da coast in something pleasing breezy
Stop
Let me hold dem buns
Baby oil dem cheeks
We could have some fun
Roll around the suite
Episodes discreet
I'd like to break a sweat
Dancin' off our feet hey!
Come on, Come on
Get it, Get it
You worked to get me open
Baby you done did it!
You so petite
I'm tryna creep
Let's lose da clothes
Let me get it while you touchin' ya toes woo!!
BRIDGE
The way you move dat A@!
I'm feenin' for ya
-Move it for mami hey-
I'm checkin' for you
Nothin I won't do
The way you move that thang
I'm waitin' for ya
-move it for mami hey-
Girl you so lovely
Won't you just come with me!
CHORUS
This Is My Block
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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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:
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!!
Sistema Perro
Artist(s): Paco
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Francisco Jimenez Garcia (ASCAP) 33.33% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Latino Style Publishing (ASCAP) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Latin
Subcategories:
Action, Alternative, Heavy Metal, Indie, Instrumental, Latin Rock, Male Vocal, Metal, Rap, Rock, Spanish
Keywords:
Action, Aggressive, Alley, Angry, Angst, Arrest, Barrio, Brash, Car, Chaos, Chase, City, Confrontational, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Escape, Fierce, Fight, Gang, Gangsta, Get Away, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Hostile, Intense, Jail, Lute, Mean, Menacing, Mexican, Mexico, Mug Shot, Ominous, Outrage, Prison, Rage, Rape, Raucous, Riot, Rousing, Scary, Shooting, Spanish Lyrics, Streets, Struggle, Urgent, Violence, Working
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Solo Drums
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
95
Language:
Spanish
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Sistema Perro
SISTEMA PERRO
RUTHLESS SYSTEM
(English Rough Translation)
INTRO
¿Que pasa mi hermano, que no te quejas hermano, echándole mano, y no ves cambios?
What's the matter brother; you don't complain brother, work your fingers to the bone & don't see changes.
Este sistema no esta funcionando... no funciona!
This system doesn't work... it's not working!
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
Trabajar, trabajar, más
Work, work, more
¿Cuantos emigramos por las mismas razones?
How many of us migrate for the same reasons?
¿No ven que mal están todas las situaciones?
Can't you see how bad the situation is?
Los que se quedan con el bote, son chingones
And those who stay with the boat are the big boys
Y aquí estamos sufriendo, cabrones!
And here we are suffering, bastards!
Yo soy de Cuba, también de Panamá
I am from Cuba, also from Panama
Soy de Guatemala, El Salvador y Honduras
I am from Guatemala, El Salvador and Honduras
Soy de México y de Costa Rica
I am from Mexico and Costa Rica
Donde el sistema es polvo pica pica
Where the system is a joke
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Sistema perro que no cambia ni funciona
Ruthless system that doesn't change and doesn't work
Sistema perro que nos quema las hormonas
Ruthless system that burns our hormones
Sistema perro que nos tiene como cerdos
Ruthless system that treats us as pigs
Sistema perro que no tiene ni cerebro
Ruthless system that as no brain
¿Como puedo, como puedo avanzar?
How can I, how can I advance?
¿Como puedo, como puedo progresar?
How can I, how can I get ahead?
¿Como puedo, como puedo Latin rap?
How can I, how can I Latin rap?
¿Como puedo si no quieren escuchar?
How can I if they don't want to listen?
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
(Sistema) que nos tiene como cerdos
(System) that treats us as pigs
(Sistema) que no tiene ni cerebro
(System) that has no brain
Hot In The Club
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, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Booty, Bump n Grind, Chaos, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crunk, Dance, Dark, Dirty, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, East LA, Energetic, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Mean, Mug Shot, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Party, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, South Central, Street, Streets, Strip Club, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Upbeat, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
101
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Hot In The Club
HOT IN THE CLUB
CHORUS
Hot in the club yeah
Up in the club little drugs little love
Make it shine from above drink a little henny
Move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 1
Im holding hands with this divine thing
I think she make my mind sing
Yo we in a see through bathroom
Quick lock the door
Never seen a body like that before
Make me want to run home write metaphors
See we been doin it in the club since 94
This is a hip hop stick up sick put ya hands up
Wave em in the air like ya just got out of lock up
We walk up with 50 bouncers look shifty
Get ya hands out ya pocket quick kid
I saw ya hide those little diamonds
When you see my eyes shinin
Straight from Long Island better not look at the god
Now smiling okay okay
CHORUS
Hot in the club a little drugs little love
Make it shine from above
Drink a little henny move that fanny outstanding
Im inside while you still in line
VERSE 2
Ok ok I didn't bring no AK
Time to pop a hundred dollar sparkles
Yo pour in the chambord
I drove the LamborGhini here
But I think im leavin with that little teeny here
She whisperin good things in my ear
Oh my god say it out loud it sounds scandalous
Throw me off balance like bad drugs
We aint mad thugs we just come here to party
I like to sip cognac I don't drink Bacardi
Speakin of which lets switch seats I got to roll up a philly
Let the club feel the heat spread ya legs out
Move that ass move ya feet
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
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.
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
Just Before Dawn
Artist(s): Ed Smith
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Writer(s):
Edward M. Smith (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Classical Crossover, Drama, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Orchestral Hip Hop, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Sports, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Back Story, Big, Building, Competition, Conflict, Dark, Drama, Dramatic, Driving, Emotional, Epic, Face Off, Huge, Impending, Ominous, Promo, Showdown, Sports, Suspense, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
70
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Dark Knights
Artist(s): B-Luv
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Writer(s):
Brian Edward Watson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Classical Crossover, Drama, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Orchestral Hip Hop, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Sports, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Athletics, Back Story, Big, Building, Competition, Confident, Conflict, Dark, Drama, Dramatic, Driving, Emotional, Epic, Face Off, Huge, Impending, Ominous, Promo, Showdown, Sports, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Fat Bitch Sing
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, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Attack, Back Alley, Brooding, Confrontational, Crazy, Crude, Danger, Dark, Death, Doom, Dramatic, Edgy, Evil, Foreboding, Frightening, Gritty, Hostile, Intense, Mean, Menacing, Murder, Nasty, Ominous, Rough, Scary, Tension, Terror, Threatening, Trouble, Unpredictable, Vulgar, Weird, Wicked
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Vocal Samples
BPM:
94
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Fat Bitch Sing
It's the beginning of the ending, monkey wrench your engine
Mace in your face, venom in your rectum
Perverted perfection, distorted reflection
Mental infection, demonic possession
Full time felon, pitchfork in your melon
Spitting propane flame, smoking up the resin
I got a wolf pack full of goons, full moon
Eat your brains out your skull with a spoon
Final destination, relaxation
6 feet deep is your permanent vacation
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Let the fat bitch sing it's over, it's over for you, it's over
Maggots in your mouth, worms in your nose
Mess with me, that's how it goesmaggots in your mouth, worms in your Nose
Mess with me, that's how it goes
It ain't a mask or disguise, got the devil in my eyes
Machete to your thighs gonna cut you down to size
Spill your guts, pull your insides outside
Lobotomize ya with a bunch of dull knives
Ya stuck like a spider in a drain, I love pain
Stab you in the neck, blood spraying like rain
Ya nothing but a stain, in shackles and chains
Choking from the smoke from the flesh in the flames
Ya at the end of the rope, hanging by a thread that
Snapped, fallin in a venus flytrap
Frozen, flesh and bone corrosion
Teeth and claws rip you up in slow motion
Traveling The Shadowlands
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Attitude, Conflict, Confrontation, Creepy, Crime, Danger, Dark, Drama, Driving, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Hard, Horror, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Choir, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
65
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Trapmatic
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trailer, Trap, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Attitude, Conflict, Confrontation, Danger, Dark, Drama, Driving, Drop, Eerie, Emotional, Epic, Fear, Gritty, Hard, Huge, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Choir, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
100
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
June 8th
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Attitude, Conflict, Confrontation, Danger, Dark, Drama, Driving, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Hard, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Uncertainty
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
85
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Ghost Gang
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Horror, Instrumental, Rap, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Conflict, Confusion, Contemplative, Danger, Dark, Drama, Dread, Druggy, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Halloween, Hazy, Horror, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Reflective, Risk, Scary, Scream, Screaming, Spooky, Tension, Terror, Uncertainty
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Choir, Drums, Percussion, Synths, Vocal Sample
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
65
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Dread Machine
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Horror, Instrumental, Rap, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Conflict, Confusion, Contemplative, Danger, Dark, Drama, Dread, Eerie, Emotional, Fear, Gritty, Halloween, Horror, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Reflective, Risk, Scary, Scream, Screaming, Spooky, Tension, Terror, Uncertainty
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Percussion, Synths, Vocal Sample
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Banking Shots
Artist(s): Mpax
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV
Keywords:
Attitude, Back Alley, Back Story, Cars, Cash, City, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Cruising, Dark, Flashback, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Impending, Mean, Money, Moody, Mug Shot, Ominous, Scary, Streets, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
100
Key:
C♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Bad Tribe
Artist(s): LX Xander
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Writer(s):
Alex Larkman (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Conflict, Confrontation, Creepy, Danger, Dark, Drama, Dread, Driving, Eerie, Ethnic, Fear, Gritty, Impending, Intense, Mysterious, Ominous, Raw, Risk, Spooky, Suspense, Tension, Tribal, Uncertainty, Video Game, Weird, World
Instruments:
Bass, Bells, Drums, Glockenspiel, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
98
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
The Takeover
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Complex, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Fast, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Murder, Ominous, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Turf, Underground, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
152
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Takeover
CHORUS:
It's the takeover
Everybody put they hands on the floor
The exits covered we barricading the door
And I'm not leavin' till I get what I came for
Take over the game if I'm able cause this is CaiN's War
The takeover, it's the takeover
Only God knows when the rain over
She said she thought she would look better in a Range Rover
I told her that her friend was lookin' better then the date over
Oh no, I done fucked it up again
But a couple hours later I was f***** wit her friend
Her friend knew that I was f***** up to begin with, cuz every other night I pick another chick to end with
I'm crazy, too lazy
I don't do a verse unless you pay me
I don't do a song unless you play me
And I don't fight fair so don't ever try to play me
Word play is ridiculous ain't nobody as sick as this is you wanna get twisted give a call
I got the rhythm delivery if you think you ill as me then just get on the court pick up the ball
Game over, I'm done
Don't nobody shine brighter than the sun
Never gonna die, higher I'm the Son
It's the Matrix and I'm Neo so I know that I'm the One
Clear the copies the original has won
The time to question everything's begun
And if you fakin' I'll dismantle you for fun
And watch you little chickens start to run
You been lied to ain't no better way to say it
Then if I got a plane and had to spray it
The sky died and the clouds are turnin' grey
And the breath of Armageddon gettin' closer every day
So I'm a have to make a f*****' change in what I say
Put the pen to paper see what happens to the page
Light it all on fire let the rage fuel the flames
S*** nobody wasn't ever gonna listen anyway
CHORUS
Slow it down it's been a decade and a half
I done written and linguistically spitted to make em spaz
But now I got a cynics point of view I've gotten mad
If conscious rappers was sellin' then you woulda been the man
Well I'm sick of this it's just ridiculous
Gave it all I got n y'all still wasn't diggin' it
Maybe if I switch it and just twist it up like licorice then maybe I could flip and get up out of this predicament I wish that it was different
Wish there was more of us to go around
Feel like the last of the Mohicans in this ghost town
But now I'm sittin' and I'm thinkin' that I been found
Start a revolution when I surface from the underground
I tried to make em believers they had me feelin' like Jesus
I wasn't tryin' to preach
Just tried to show em what they could be
But if I gotta burn on the cross with all these other rappers who floss
Then maybe I ain't ready at all
And I don't think I wanna do this no more
Then I sat myself down and said the beat was sick
That I had to get up on it and just let it rip
That if I could make a difference to a couple kids it wouldn't even matter if this song even became a hit
Told myself I had a point and that I'd put it down
Then I took to the critics shoved it in they mouth
They ain't got no taste swallow with a smile
And I ask with a straight face f****** do you hear me now
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
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