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Soul Of The Streets
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
2000s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Back Alley, Back Story, Background, City, Conscious, Cop Show, East Coast, Hard Times, Mellow, Moody, New York City, Rough, Soaring, Soulful, Sports, Story, Streets, Struggle, Throwback, Tough, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synths
BPM:
85
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Soul Of The Streets
At the top of the city, the crew lounging with me
the crabs couldn't get me I'm rubbin' something on pretty
running through the gritty streets, ducking the beast I had enough
violators trying to get me snuffed
watch out for 2 faced dice rollers, throwing
snake eyes to the ways of the streets I stay wise
my crew be the eyes in the back of my head
throwing hot lead to any perpetrator wanting me dead
trying to build, but the snakes try to destroy
that's why blood spills, when you try to avoid
tight situations, I got tight connections
we either busting for freedom, or protection
CHORUS:
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
I got the soul of the streets in my bones
no moss on a rolling stone
sitting back in the danger zone
I call the street corner my home
no time for second guessing, stress and strife
cut like a knife, it's all about the dollar, name your price
broken down, pick up the pieces, cease and desist
with brain cells in a cell how can we resist
that struggle, keep dreams from popping like a bubble
try to stay clean running through the puddles
we only looking for a piece of that cream
so we can chill watching flicks on a flat screen
don't need to hide the nine behind the couches, it surrounds us
product of public housing, don't associate with cowards
rolling with kings, checkmate any aggression
we either busting for freedom, or protection
What I Been Through
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Boom Bap, Chill, City, Club, Conscious, Dark, Determined, Diligence, Emotional, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Hard Times, History, Inner Conflict, Late Night, Liquor, Lonely, Moving Forward, Oppression, Past, Reflective, Rising, Rough, Soulful, Storyteller, Street, Struggle, Tough, Trial
Instruments:
Analog Synth, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano
BPM:
91
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What I Been Through
They want a little bit but I'm too complex
The haunt's a riddled skit inside of my mindset
The irony quite inspiring with closed lips
But I'm way too passionate just to digress
Playing games way back to days passed like recess
Taking aim to stray crafts with the finesse
He renewed my interior, switched the ambiance
Not always black and white, elevate some nuance
They wanna reduce my value low like a coupon
Gets passed down for the duration like a baton
Frustrated when I can't figure out what you on
Invading buds and aux cords with this new song
You try to pin point, way too predictable
Faultfinders and sideliners are too critical
No missteps, even redundance is pivotal
Only a sample of bits and pieces is what I'm giving you
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Many angles to dissect, they ain't gotta clue
Cognizant of your prominence, it won't undersell
Promising but the dominance takes a farewell
Providing the whole but clueless to your worth
Lowtide so they can't catch the wave on your stellar surf
I like the boom bap followed by an asterisk
I like the trap melodics mixed with the ratchetness
I like the summer season minus the humidity
I'm free to live but not a slave to my liberty
Get a portion depending on the day of the week
Confidence crossed with inheritance for the low and meek
First glance may not appear what it seems
Windows to your soul only a scrap of ample dreams
You try to pin point, way too predictable
Faultfinders and sideliners are too critical
No missteps, even redundance is pivotal
Only a sample of bits and pieces is what I'm giving you
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Many angles to dissect, they ain't gotta clue
You can't pick up what you don't understand
Too complex to leave bits and pieces upper hand
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
Giving you a little bit of what I been through
You can't pick up what you don't understand
Too complex to leave bits and pieces upper hand
Trials And Torments
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1990s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, City, Club, Compton, Conscious, Dark, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Hard Times, History, Inner Conflict, Late Night, Liquor, Moving Forward, Oppression, Past, Reflective, Rising, Rough, Storyteller, Street, Struggle, Tough, Trial, West Coast
Instruments:
Analog Synth, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano
BPM:
90
Key:
F
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Trials And Torments
A liasion was apart of my biography
No persuasion fortunate not to begin from pervasion
Calculation high in this aristocracy
Clownish emcees got me feeling like a comedy
Repeated knee slapping 'til I can't take it
All the melanin in my skin I'm feeling like I can't make it
I got dreams and I'm feenin' for more
Until I get followed by the clerk around the liquor store
Afraid to cop a scratch off
Cause that could be my last straw
Waiting to put a bullet through my black jaw
I'd rather grab a book than a four fifth
The antagonists and conflicts never once absent
Interceptions that I feel are habitual
Join the dearly departed or will I touch residuals?
Neighborhood's popping, my mental is toxic
All the assurance remains chronologic
Trials and torments
The OG's kept me straight to avoid the precint
Trials and torments
The nickel and dimin' never made sense
Trials and torments
Breaking my back just to make rent
Trials and torments
What more can I give?
Trials and torments
I'm just trying to live
Great measures that cannot be exactly spelled
Pressure to the mythical odds worthless to prevail
Gravity of essence for a young black male
Witnessing smiles, foreseeing catastrophic trails
Changing to a statistic from a hollow stray
Six feet presentable since they fear my DNA
But I will rise higher in my baggy attire
Skydive through the fire til they hail me as sire
Extreme devotion is a part of the blame
Persevering sworn enemies that is a part of my frame
Ready and willing with a lot of energy
Defying to turn the tide of all the latter centuries
Trials and torments
Trials and torments
Trials and torments
What more can I give?
Trials and torments
I'm just trying to live
Unlimited
Artist(s): CaiNo (feat. Laura Cheadle)
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Bold, Competition, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Epic, Fighting, Inspirational, Intense, Motivational, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Power, Pride, Rising, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
85
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Unlimited
UNLIMITED
CHORUS
I feel unlimited
no rules unlimited
and I shine so bright that I might just light it up
I feel unlimited
no rules on limited
gonna grab this world make it mine so fire it up
VERSE 1
Fire up the engines it's about to start
bring the light when I travel to dispel the dark
our existence is hinging on if we can impart
ambition as if resistance got us what we want
we living under limits that are self imposed
then poked at by the media till it's exposed
try to stuff your emotions till you implode
well I'm here to disclose
the power you have enclosed
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Fire up the burners it's about to begin
let the fuel move your internal pistons
until the engines running with intention
you've been down this road before
check the suspension
I know it gets rocky but you're unstoppable like Rocky
you probably been through worse
like taking shots to the body
you obviously kept getting up
legs wobbly and vision foggy
but you kept coming like a zombie
straight out the ground you're taking it now
pressed against the cage ain't nobody taking you down
and through all the trials and tribulations you basically found
that it's all lies and manipulations mistakenly bound
knots tied the stipulations are created were not allowed to abound
when they try to tune us down
I can faintly hear the sound
and that's the only thing I need to keep me wanting more
just remember I'm Limitless at my core
CHORUS
Dedicate
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Ambition, Aspiration, Back Story, Changes, City, Confidence, Death, Dedicated, Destiny, Dreams, Fame, Family, Fate, Father, Heart Felt, Heartwarming, Introspective, Life, Mother, Motivation, Moving, New Life, Powerful, Reflective, Rising, Risk, Sentimental, Story, Striving, Struggle, Taking A Chance, Toughtful, Uplifting, Victory
Instruments:
808 Kick, Bass, Drums, Strings, Synths
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
152
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Dedicate
Chorus:
You don't have to be afraid I see the signs
I know that everything's gonna be all right and I take a breath and sigh knowing that you're still here by my side
can't wait to see you on the other side
don't ever take for granted those That have been with you from the gate
don't tempt fate you never know when it may be too late
for everybody with your fam join hands and relate
this is a song for yall that I have chosen to dedicate
V1:
Mommy I love you
and that means I place no one above you
just a stare from you's enough to bring me up and wanna run to you
I wouldn't be an image of the man I am today without your lessons my pages would be blank with nothing to say
remember days with us dancing my feet on top of yours
me giving you attitudes over the simplest chores
and we still be battling heads on a regular daily basis
but Mom i wouldn't be nothing if not for your love and patience
and though we made mistakes we were there to comfort each other
you gave me a little brother I've never thanked you enough
for everything that you've done for the both of us mom you're like a goddess
together so many lives yet this time was the hardest
souls intertwined and that's why we'll never be parted
it seems that we've approached the end we found we've only started God is smiling
as sure as I know that I've got to rhyme
I'm just as sure that my mom is going to speak to the world and shine
Chorus:
V2:
Daddy we miss you
I wish that death was never an issue
and I know that given the chance your daughter would love to kiss you
I know she'd give her life just for a moment to see
if you're proud of the woman that she's become and all that she'll be
I vow to you on my knees that I'll love and protect your seed
with every fiber of my being bask in the glory of the Queen
forced to mature before the age of 18 vision been tainted by the hatred she seen since she been conceived
raised alongside murderers drug dealers and hoes
never knowing you're alone people breaking into your home
stealing your Disney videos to sell in the streets what's left for a little girl but keep on praying for peace
I'm trying Edwin but sometimes this shit is unsettling
I be feeling like I wanna be with you chillin in heaven
but I know I'm not done emptying lessons onto these cats
I know that's you behind me with your breath on my back I feel it
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
Recognize the Real
Artist(s): Owen Chaim
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Writer(s):
Owen Chaim (SOCAN) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
1980s, 1990s, G Funk, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Bangin', City, Compton, Gang, Ghetto, Gritty, Hard Times, OG, Oppression, Past, Rough, Story, Storyteller, Street, Struggle, Tough, Trial, West Coast
Instruments:
Bass, Clavinet, Drums, Electric Guitar
BPM:
91
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Recognize the Real
Recognize the Real
VERSE 1
I'm like, straight up and down, that's six o'clock
I got, shooters on deck, with the pistol cocked
putting busters in check, when I set up shop
chicks giving up the neck for the game I chop
stack paper and bread, leave the crumbs for bums
cash flow as natural as the breath in my lungs
get it how I live it, ain't giving up none
got a platoon of goons that gotta feed they sons
jump in a foreign whip, put the pedal to the
floor and dip, fast lane with the cash and chips
all in, put your bet on the dealer
gets no realer, put a slug in a squealer
CHORUS
recognize it's the real OG
calling shots but I keep it low key
aks around thugs about know me
they put respect on the name, if you a player of the game
VERSE 2
you know the pedigree, we don't bark, we spark
you don't want that smoke, when the hood go dark
you dont' wanna see how it end, so better not start
expose you pumping fruit punch in your heart
I got ice cold veins for the cold cash
when the block's hot, product goes fast
catch me slipping without the strap no chance
I gotta stay alive to uplift the lower class
speaking for the streets, where the snakes play for keeps
and the slippery slope is steep
my word is bond, cuz life is cheap
watch your back cuz that knife goes deep, don't sleep
Solo
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, R&B, Rap
Keywords:
Alone, Bedroom, City, Complex, Confession, Confusion, Dark, Druggy, Emotional, Fear, High, Hot Tub, Inner Conflict, Intimate, Late Night, Life, Limo, Lost, Love, Reflective, Relationship, Romantic, Sensual, Smooth, Soulful, Together, Truth, Turmoil, Unsure, Warm
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
115
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Solo
I'ma have to get up in my bag, show em how I do this
Cuz once I get started with writing my lines
You know I'm the truest, I'm a soldier
And words are my weapons they fill with intention and blow,
Just let it flow, just watch me go / ain't nobody better and you know that
All things are not the same / there's players in this game
But they cannot be seen / can you hear me?
Who's gonna take the call, when Rome begins to fall
Who will stand up for us all
Do they fear me?
Solo - sometimes I think I'm flying solo
I hear the voices but they're so low
Cuz on this journey I'm on solo, solo, solo
Ooh, I think that you got me confused, with someone who plays by the rules
But I'm on a mission my level's been shifting but feels I'm getting abused
Why's it have to feel so lonely?
On the path to one and only
HOOK:
I'ma let the cat up out the bag, then watch em all run
Cuz once they get started with spouting they lies, the war for your mind has begun
They are soldiers / and words are their weapons they fill with intention and blow
But it's all a show, just let it go / ain't nobody better and they know that
All things are not the same / there's fakers in this game
And they should not be seen / can you hear me?
Who's gonna take the call, when Rome begins to fall
Who will stand up for us all
Do they fear me?
BRIDGE:
If I can find myself, when I'm by myself
Then I'll stand in my truth even battered and bruised
I'll find strength when I'm standing alone
Willing To Die
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:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Willing To Die
WILLING TO DIE
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
I been dying to try see this look in my eye
First lesson in the street can't compete with me
Lookin' hard little gangsta making me look over my shoulder
Bumpin' a range rover with the bulletproof glass
Had to get that hook up some things in my past
Bound to catch up to me man I might not last
Makin suckas bleed lean out the window and blast
Don't try to sneak up man I think too fast
I hope they come undercover man I'll say self defense
Looking at my life I can't claim innocence
It came and it went much money been spent
Many wigs been bent back and twisted with the lethal
Times up game over ain't no sequel
Ain't no such thing as evil it's do or die
Gangsta hustler a piece of the pie
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Ever since I was a shorty on the corner drinking 40's
Clockin mathematics movin weight like an addict
Had my boys posted up stoop one and two
If some chickens walk by scoop two or one
Take out the back and then show em my gun
Ice around my neck make you blind from the sun
What kind a high you need? I'll let you try some son
So many enemies anyone could be one
Come and try if you wanna die
I'll make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside don't you see I'm dead right
See the one that make the lead fly down at midnight
Sneakin' up on suckas if you ain't got the cash
Say something son beat that ass with a flashlight
Run sucka run I'm the one with ammunition
Dumb sucka dumb you got the wrong intuition
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Come on and try
If you wanna die
Make you wonder why
I ride if I wanna ride
Kill you by the bedside
Don't you see I'm dead right
I'm the one that make the lead fly
Down at midnight
For the brothers at my side I'd be willin' to die
Getting high all the time I'd be willin' to die
We keep riding the streets me and my posse in crime
For what's left of my life I'd be willin' to die
Bump Bump Bump
Artist(s): St. John
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45% / Richard Trapp (BMI) 10%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Alchemetic Music (BMI) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, Nasty, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Sexy, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
92
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bump Bump Bump
BUMP BUMP BUMP
CHORUS
Come on come on gimme a bump bump bump
Everybody in the club with the bump bump bump
We gonna get high yeah we gonna get it done
Come on come on and just bump bump bump
VERSE 1
You need a grown man like me white tee icey
Just to get the ladies play like a wifie
Only for one night see nike's pricey
I like them moves spicy don't act sheisty
Have you dropped spinnin in the middle of the room
Like whoops wow whered he go hear me on the radio
Top of this hip hop flip and we don't stop
See yall players playing like you got game
Maybe I look the same when I try to come up
But now you see my whole crew runnin big black trucks
Range rovers pimp like the hove would
Now you understand my hustling ways
I made good so keep it up pimp keep shakin little shorty
Keep it old school on the stoop drinkin 40's
Always keep my eyes peeled back drop authorities
Keep numbers flipped swiss bank its priority
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Walk with a little limp just talk a little bit
When beats bouncing in the club its legitimate
How you gonna look so smooth those moves so rude
Lets prove we could do this all night
One hand on my drink others feelin allright
Its so locked down its like critical
Get you back to the pad get physical
Smoke greens you aint seen aint typical
Keep it bumpin in the club like a ritual
Swing it back swing it close get them visuals
How you gonna sneak up freak up tilt cup back
Till you finish that glass of champagne high class thing
No need to be ashamed
You got what god gave ya make that brain insane
But anyway seen yesterday on the runway
Don't believe what they say no gun play
CHORUS
I aint come up in the club lookin for the right love
Gonna keep it tight body fittin like a glove
Sittin in VIP lookin from above
When you see me in the cut bump bump bump bump bump
CHORUS
Being A Playa
Artist(s): G-$tack
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Bullet, Chill, City, Compton, Cop Show, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Dance, Dark, Death, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Dying, East LA, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Gritty, Guns, Jail, Killers, Laid Back, Mean, Mug Shot, Murder, NYC, New York, Night Club, Ominous, Prison, Radio, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence, War
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Being A Playa
Being A Playa
Intro
I'm the playa of all playas
Wherever I am
Da ladies know what's up
U haters do to
So I'm a keep doin what I do
And Doing who I do
It's P Unit G
Chorus
BEIN' A PLAYA IS A WAY OF LIFE
UP ON TOP (&) OUT ALL NIGHT
SHAWTY WANT A TASTE OF A REAL G
COME ON DOWN & BE A PLAYA WIT ME
1st Verse
I got pros in every area code
WIDE LOAD
P.I.M.P.
I keep 'em out of they clothes
Love or Hate it
I'm Don Dada
Pick her up... "look ma.. you talk a lotta"
Slow Down, I know I speak greasy
U know how us G's be
Whether I'm in da Benz or da coupe
Girl I stay freezy
On top of my game
You know the name
It's P unit all day mayne
I'm rippin through frames
All flavors
Chocolate, Almonds, Vanilla Swirls
When I'm in da club I'm chased by all the girls
Whether they wear straight hair or they rockin' curls
Wit' dis Magic Stick
The ladies love to lick like Shirl
Well I met her just last week outside ya boutique
Pulled up there was a group of dames she took a peek
I saw it in her eyes
And wit' them caramel thighs
I had to give it to her
Now don't act surprised
(I'm a playa baby you know me!!)
Repeat Chorus
2nd Verse
Let me tell all of you wanna be playas a little somethin'
If you really like them big fat rumps for pumpin'
It's a breeze and you can keep ya cheese
Playa peep the steez!!
I stay clean, I'm lean, carry stacks of green
And I keep a deeper bench than any NBA team
Some like tha bouncin'
Others like it on they back
They fiend for the monster
I like to call him Shaq
Takes up a lot of space
Unstoppable in the lane
If the game gets tight
He can cause you pain
Big Popi, the main ingredient
Lubricates the fold
Even though my rims is gold
And my wrists stay cold
They gets no dough
But they like to step in the Rolls
Take of they G strings
Then I curl up they toes
Some had visions of a pay day
Others just like to lay me
They caught up in the fortune and fame
So I'm a play 'em mayne!!
Outro
Being a playa is a way of life
I can't help it
They just keep coming at me
Constantly
They know who we be
I give 'em a little taste of the wild side
I'll pop the champagne wit 'em
Show 'em a little bit of the good life
But really they just like to keep this thang up in 'em
And I oblige
You know... I'm Here to Serve (w/ laughter)
It's a hard life
But somebody's gotta do it
P.P.P.P. P UNIT!!!!
Always We Go On
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Elliot Cohen (BMI) 50% / Sherry Marcus (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Instrumental, Male Vocal, Neo Soul, R&B, Urban Alternative, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Bedroom, Chill, Dreamy, Emotional, Floating, Hazy, Heartfelt, Hypnotic, Intimate, Laid Back, Late Night, Love, Lush, Moment, Moody, Nocturnal, Relationships, Romance, Rooftop, Sensual, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Pads, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
86
Key Modulation:
Dm to F
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Always We Go On
ALWAYS WE GO ON
VERSE 1
Reach me with your love
Teach me to rise above
It's easy once you know what's going on
You see that the curtain's always drawn
Where the answers sit like dancers
Just waiting for a song
(Listen) you can't get it done
You can't get it wrong
CHORUS
And the wind whispers
Always we go on
Always we go on
And the wind whispers
Always we go on
Always we go on
VERSE 2
Love me with your light
Take me into your night
I need to go beyond what's going on
I see you have traveled through the dawn
And the reasons change like seasons
But we always hear the song
This is never over
This is moving us along
CHORUS
Troubled Faces
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Drugs, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Organ, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
85
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Low And Slow
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dub, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV, Reggae, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Drugs, Dub, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Menacing, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy, Vibe, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitars, Sampler, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
88
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Chasing The Ripper
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Drugs, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Menacing, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Scary, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy, Vibe, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Organ, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
85
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Dream Catcher
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (PRS) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Downbeat, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV, Reality TV Moods & Emotions
Keywords:
Alone, Atmospheric, Back Story, Chill, Contemplative, Emotional, Expressive, Flashback, Late Night, Moody, Nocturnal, Pensive, Reflective, Sexy, Smooth, Soulful, Streets
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Sampler, Scratches, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
90
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
A Date With Angels
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:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Angels, Arrest, Back Alley, Bar, Barrio, Chill, 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, Scary, Shooting, South Central, Street, Streets, Struggle, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Horns, Strings, Synthesizer
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
A Date With Angels
A DATE WITH ANGELS
Time is running out, I feel it slippin' away
time is running out, I see it in my dreams every night
I can't get away from it
Chorus
It's getting' hard to stay alive
The streets are full of blood tonight
An' everything is down to fate
You can't go back 'cos it's too late
Now brother's gone and mama's cryin'
Seems like everybody's dyin'
I know they're comin' for me
But I'm not ready – for a date with angels
A date with angels – a date with angels
Verse 1
I see death around the corner
I can't delete it
The Vision repeats over and over
There's no reprieve.. Click!!
Another round in the chamber...OOOOh!
Everytime I make a move
I feel my burning fuse
See the homey's over there creepin'?
The last two nights they been trying to catch a brother sleepin'
Didn't see 'em?
Na, I ain't tripping
That's why no matter where I go I keep the clip in
With the safety off
They tryin' to pick me off
They say I'm off
But I ain't never been soft
The game 'a make you go crazy
The hood's full 'a wannabe gangstas
Or they tryna be Jay Z
I only did it cause it pays me
Had an exit plan
But now I can't see SQUEEZE!
Cause I'm tired of runnin'
Dog I know it's comin'
I see death around the corner!
Repeat Chorus
She was 13 and I was 22
Used to holla at her when she went to school
She was enthralled with the streetlife
As a G I kept my knot right
Kept the product for them pipes
Told youngin' "Get ya mind right shortie. Betta stay out these streets!"
"Cause messin' wit' 'da street life
It'll get you caught up
Hunger combined with jealousy It'll get you buck Bucked!
Like you never was
You a Pup!
There's Killas out here and they don't give a What!!
She didn't listen man she did her thang
Two weeks ago they found her and her Thuggy slain!
Repeat Chorus
Run Like The Devil
Artist(s): Chase Perryman and the People Familiar with the Situation
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Writer(s):
John L. Pearson (BMI) 50% / Melvin Chase Perryman (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Indie Alternative, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Bluesy, Contemplative, Dark, Depressed, Disappointment, Dramatic, Emotional, Gloomy, Gritty, Inner Conflict, Introspective, Loneliness, Moody, Pain, Regret, Sad, Soulful, Struggle, Worried
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Mellotron, Nylon String Guitar, Shaker, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
112
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Run Like The Devil
RUN LIKE THE DEVIL
VERSE 1
One little feeling pulling on a thread
And I can't shake the thought I'm better off dead
It's not that you don't notice it's not that I don't try
Trying to keep it together protecting a lie
CHORUS 1
Run like the devil run like the devil run from all the things that I've done
Oh run, run, run
VERSE 2
Spiraling nowhere I can't mend myself
Chasing illusions I can't ask for your help oh
VERSE 3
Falling faster can't seem to hold on
Everything I remember about me is gone
CHORUS 2
Run like the devil run like the devil run from all the things that I've done
Oh oh oh oh run, run, run, Oh oh oh oh run, run, run
Can't shake the feeling Oh oh oh oh (Run), oh oh (Run),oh oh (Run)
Can't run away now, no now no, (Run) no now no, (Run, Run )
OUTRO
Run oh run, oh run, run
Lose It All, Fall Apart
Artist(s): Chase Perryman and the People Familiar with the Situation
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Writer(s):
John L. Pearson (BMI) 50% / Melvin Chase Perryman (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Indie, Indie Alternative, Indie Rock, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Retro Rock
Keywords:
Angst, Atmospheric, Bluesy, Common Experience, Contemplative, Depressed, Down And Out, Emotional, Emotional Turmoil, Feeling Lost, Getting Better, Gritty, Holding On, Inner Conflict, Introspective, Life Challenges, Loneliness, Melancholy, Moody, Pain, Passionate, Pensive, Rainy Day, Soulful, Struggle, Struggling, Worried, Worry
Instruments:
Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Electric Piano, Mellotron, Shaker, Strings, Synth, Tambourine
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
93
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Lose It All, Fall Apart
LOSE IT ALL
VERSE 1
I don't wanna close my eyes coz I may never see
I don't wanna hold my breath coz I may never breathe
I don't wanna wake up now coz I may never dream again
CHORUS 1
I don't wanna lose it all,
No I don't wanna see it fall apart
VERSE 2
I'm gonna fight the empty echoes in my soul
I'm gonna break the loneliness that's taking hold
I'm gonna reach out to the hand that's letting go of me
CHORUS 1
BRIDGE
Down in the darkness alone in the shadows
I feel the brightness a trace of the power
To pick up the pieces scattered around me
And make it whole
CHORUS 2
I don't wanna lose it all, (I don't wanna lose it)
No I don't wanna see it fall, (don't wanna see it fall)
I don't wanna lose it all, (don't wanna lose)
No I don't wanna see it fall apart, (don't wanna see it fall)
OUTRO
Ah-- (don't wanna lose it all)
Ah--
Past The Limit
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Anthem, Arena, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Encouragement, Energetic, Fighting, Gang, Inspirational, Intense, Motivation, Motivational, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Positive, Pounding, Power, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Speed, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Uplifting, Victorious, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synths, Timpani
BPM:
150
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Past The Limit
Chorus:
If you really want it
show 'em where your heart is
see if you can push it past the limit
show 'em what you're made of
if you think your game tough
let me see you push it past the limit
Push it past the limit
I push it further than the rest so they call me the champ
I'm kicking past my last breath so that makes me a vamp-
Pyre I'm on fire
With sweat and blood for survival
I'm wired not getting tired and flying straight for the final
wavy like tidal outlasting all of your idols
don't test me I might go psycho
eliminate all my rivals
swear on The Bible I'm ready to take the title the king to take his rightful place await my arrival
here's what separates the men from the boys
I'm pushing it past the limits
you're still sitting making noise
CHORUS
I never let the dust settle 'fore I start again
I'm so relentless I won't settle 'less it's for the win
fight with honor prove I'm worthy like the olden times
nevermind, show no mercy like I'm Cobra Kai enemies stand in my way best be ready to die I'm on a higher plane of vision like my 3rd eye that means I read between the lines
and I'm gone before you realize whoa
now you're frozen like you're paralyzed
tell the rest that I've arrived
CHORUS
Yea the Sun is rising
it's right over the horizon
it's all about the timing
and the drive to not stop climbing climbing
I'm never going to stop
until I reach the top
all you lesser men are probably all gonna drop cause my skill is unmatched
I ain't even scratch the surface
stand back watch me step into my purpose
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)
Run Till The End
Artist(s): Mpax
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Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drama, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Tension and Suspense, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Back Story, Big, Building, Conflict, Crime, Danger, Dark, Drama, Dramatic, Emotional, Epic, Flashback, Hits, Inner Conflict, Overcoming, Promo, Pulsing, Sports, Struggle, Suspense, Tension, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production, Trailer
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Renegade
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Drugs, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Organ, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
91
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Cross State
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Drugs, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Organ, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Creepy Toys
Artist(s): Courtney Seven
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Writer(s):
Courtney Seven (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Old School, Reality TV, Trip Hop
Keywords:
Ambient, Atmospheric, Beats, Chill, City, Cool, Creepy, Dark, Drugs, Haze, Hazy, Hood, Laid Back, Lo Fi, Lo-Fi, Menacing, Moody, New York, Old School, Raw, Reflective, Scary, Smoking, Street, Tough, Trippy, Vibe, Weed
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Organ, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
80
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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