Tracks Similar To The Takeover
Feenix
Artist(s): CaiNo
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Scott Horton (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Electro, Hip Hop, Indie, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Boastful, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crime, Criminal, Crushing, Dangerous, Dark, Death, Determined, Dirty, Distorted, Driving, Edgy, Epic, Face Off, Fight, Fuzzy, Game Time, Gang, Gritty, Inspired, Intense, Killer, Mafia, Mean, Motivated, Murder, Ominous, Overcoming, Police, Power, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rebirth, Rising, Robbery, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Struggle, Swagger, Tough, Trailer
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Trailer
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
160
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Feenix
Rising up
straight from out the ground I am the greatest at this
have you seen the latest fact sheets
violent like the great Apache
if you want come and attack me
I'll smack you back to the past
my run is planning to last
I'm hitting targets exactly
I'm a sharpshooter
never miss when I get in the groove
never lose
you can't even walk a mile inside my shoes
I don't move
I don't budge
I don't make no lame excuse
I just tighten all the screws
light up till I blow a fuse
I'm getting ready
it's going steady
I'm headed for the end drop the confetti
I'm intent and I'm not sensing any weakness
watch me rise from out the ashes like a Phoenix
Give it up
there's nothing in my way I am unstoppable
no matter what I think I know it's possible
I'm running at a level that so optimal
that trying to go against me is just simply irresponsible
I push it much further than most
brag and I boast
trying to catch me I'm ghost
gas never let up or coast
pull up and approach
and you get smoked, choke
coughing from all of the dust
I got a passion let's call it a lust
I am the greatest that's saying enough
feel the ground shaking that's me coming up
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
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
Braggadocious
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electronic, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Basketball, Beast, Boastful, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Dirty, Driving, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Going Out, Intense, Promo, Propulsive, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Synths
BPM:
70
Key:
C
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Braggadocious
I just walked in looking like a million dollars
Got these haters bitter than a million olives
Lord please have mercy on all the realest
Saying 3 hail maries I'm bout to kill it
I could teach a class baby on how to raise ya swag level
A lot of zeros girl my cash on brag level
Fresh to death like i was in a coffin, dead-man
Turn the whole world upside down, handstand
These - sleepin' call me the sandman
Last inning I'm fittna knock out a grand slam
Go get the cameras baby its lights camera action
Call up the Paparazzi and tell 'em get the flashing
Roll out runway and check out all my fashion
Don't mind me I'm just braggin'
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Braggadocios
Don't mind me I'm Braggadocios
I drive fast so I'd rather just stay in my lane
That new engine so loud you'll catch a migraine
Swag on wizard I got all of the magic with me
I could do a tricky make ya lady disappear quickly
When these young boys gon' learn?
Everyone make team not everybody get a turn
I'm going all 4 quarters baby we all in
Young Spalding that just means that I'm ballin
We In The Building
Artist(s): Monk da Monsta
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Writer(s):
Marcus Cohen (ASCAP) 50% / Samuel Lawerence Gaymon Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Attitude, Basketball, Bounce, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Dirty, Drinking, Excited, Explicit Lyrics, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Gutter, Match, Mean, Money, Party, Posse, Power, Pumped Up, Raw, Showdown, Sports, Squad, Strip Club, Swagger, Team, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Synths
BPM:
94
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We In The Building
Caino beats, we here baby
monsta, gme, uh
its a new day
VERSE 1
All fresh bout to see what the night brings
should i hit em hard or hit em wit da light bling
whip tight, fresh shock detail
fresh black ice sent mixed with the weed smell
roof open, AC bumpng thou
i prolly do about a duece but im driving slow
i gotta make sure they see me
i talk a lot of s*** so i make them believe me
they fresh linguine, stuck like hemi
dey can take 100 shots but i got 1 that lean em
pockets stay creamy, yea you know I'm about mine
N***** think dey on, then I'm out an its drought time
un, man my whole team chewing
my squad been balling since the knicks had Ewing
I'm not you I'm poppin' bottle at the bar
you in here tryna drawl, im tryna holla at a star
CHORUS
Cuz a party ain't a party less we in da building
we in da buildin, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
a party aint a party less we in da building
we in da building, we in da building
VERSE 2
Shorty bad Louis V everything
you kno me I'm just thinking bout everything
getting her name, eyeing her frame
tryna see if I'm the type she let slide in her lane, un
an if am then shorty we can ride out
take you to the hide out, an maybe we can wild out
un, an baby we don't need the lox
I ain't talking bout the lox, im talking bout the locks
we home alone, shorty leave ya phone alone
only sound I'm tryna hear is if you scream an moan
so gone I'm like life wit no bail
my eyes sharp i break it down wit no scale
un, an u can bet its on
an i bet by the time i touch town its gone
only kno is two things is what i say is tru
an when it comes to n town we make it do what it do
CHORUS
VERSE 3
Man I don't even see ya'll lames
matter fact, man i dont even kno ya'll names
I just keep on moving, while the rest stay loosing
N***** sware they balling its a damn illusion
where da drinks, where da kush, where da piff an hen
long as the DJ don't stop, I'ma get it in
yeah shorty looking good but i like her friend
even thou a n**** from the hood I'm a gentleman
Caino beats gotchu bouncing like a pogo
asking who running shit, you acting like you dont kno
GME fasho yo, shinning like soul glo
yea i gotta squad but i can ride out solo
Norristown cant nobody do it better
dis is for the ones home, an ones im reaching by letter
m monsta man the bol never slack
i got hard around the clock putting town up on the map
CHORUS
OUTRO
Shorty bouce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
shorty bounce like the cops coming
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
pose like you drop something
Stadium Roar
Artist(s): DJ Kreuzer
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Dance, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Baltimore Club, Basketball, Battle, Beast, Building, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Crunk, Determined, Driving, Drop, Entrance, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Gang, Highlight Reel, Hype, Intense, NBA, Pounding, Promo, Propulsive, Pulsating, Pumped Up, Rave, Showdown, Sports, Stadium, Swagger, Sweat, Tough, Victorious
Instruments:
Basketballs, Bass, Brass, Claps, Drums, Horns, Piano, SFX, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
130
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Fast/Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Bulletproof Vest
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:
Alternative Hip Hop, Electronic, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Angry, Anti Establishment, Attitude, Black Lives Matter, By Any Means Necessary, Confrontational, Dark, Defiant, Determined, Drop A Knee, Face Off, Fight Back, Gritty, Intense, Militant, Overcoming, Persistence, Police, Political, Power to the People, Pumped Up, Rebel, Rebellion, Resistance, Rise Up, Showdown, Social Commentary, Struggle
Instruments:
808 Kick, Drums, Electric Guitar
Year Recorded:
2018
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Bulletproof Vest
BULLETPROOF VEST
VERSE 1
Spitting on supremacy
Ripping up the pedigree
Lie in bed with the enemy
Blood stains the memory
Encroaching rights is costing me my very own life
Ten to twenty in the pen, a dime bag I'm in the spotlight
Standing my ground, pop, pop, the shells drop
Privilege distorting my rights to assault, uh)
Clear head shot beams with the laser
You can kill the dreamers but cannot kill the dream chaser
It's time to wake up
PRE-CHORUS
You are depravity
Rots my core like a cavity
Three fifths my anatomy
Keeps me from defying gravity
No collusion, every single part of it is true
Give it all I got 'til my blood turn blue
CHORUS
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
Better get down or get laid to rest
Don't step
Better get
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
You better get your
Bulletproof vest 2x
Better get down or get laid to rest
I won't sweat
Better get
Bulletproof vest 2x
VERSE 2
Resist the remedy
Sideline no empathy
Robust is the entity
In chains for many centuries
Presuming that we're all feeble
Experimental procedures were all legal
White lies don't apply to my people
Fist in the air 'cause I'm done speaking
Rally up the troops and I will lead 'em
Reparation of acres is with the waiver
You can kill the dreamers but cannot kill the dream chaser
It's time to wake up
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
Game Time
Artist(s): Vega Heartbreak
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Writer(s):
Orlando Lamonz Rowe (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Attitude, Basketball, Club, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Determined, Excited, Face Off, Football, Game Time, Going Out, Match, Pumped Up, Showdown, Sports, Swagger, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
BPM:
69
Key:
E♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Game Time
I've been waiting all week for this
I just lost a lot of sleep for this
Women say the love my game face
You in first place of the lame race
Trophy wife I call her Goldie
Trophy look just like my gold piece
No sit ups but it's crunch time
CHORUS:
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Yeah tonight you no it's Game Time
Me and my team we about to go out
Show out, no doubt
Like a tire this thing a blowout
Opponents about to get it tore out
Tell me what I have to score for
My whole team doing numbers like the scoreboard
Tell my team we about to run a play
Invest 10k to make a 100k
Crunch time I'm never catching cold feet
You looking OC I'm looking Kobe
For the 4 quarters I get no sleep
You are so weak out run you with no feet ha!
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
What It Seems
Artist(s): DEZIGN8
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, BLM, Basketball, Battle, Black Lives Matter, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Conflict, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Drop A Knee, Enraged, Fierce, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, PD, Perseverance, Persistence, Police, Political, Pounding, Power, Protest, Rising, Sports, Strength, Strong, Struggle
Instruments:
Bass, Brass, Drums, Strings, Synths
BPM:
82
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
What It Seems
Chorus:
They can't hold me down
No matter what they throw at me
It's only shackles in this land of opportunity
I vow to overthrow all of their schemes
Third eye open, everything is not what it seems
They can't hold me down
No matter what they throw at me
Emptied the clip before I reached my dreams
Stay woke, everything is not what it seems, what it seems
Coded language
For years been able to maintain it
Expect us to be on our knees because the chains are vanquished
But if I take a knee, I'm sensing frustration
All the demonstrations in the south like my moves are calculated
Resist the system, Jim Crow no more feeling symptoms
Fearing for your life today but back then you could just whip them
Respect all leadership silences my criticism
I love my fellow man, I just wanna shake the ecosystem
CHORUS
Black man, black man
Gotta turn off body cam
Summarizing life span
Right story, I'm in a jam
Inanimate object, desk work is the price to pay
Plant the drugs on his body, he probably sell it anyway
Feeling faint, this activity holds my day to day
Land of the free home of the raised but it's been delayed
Spiritual lips, we shall overcome but I'm feeling fazed
Signed endearing sincerely in the blood of the slaves
CHORUS
I pledge allegiance to the flag
Red, white, and blue longs for me in a body bag
Wall building over bridges, disposable brown children
Immigrants aren't illegal if you were a pilgrim
Sweet land of liberty, it's bitter to the core
Marching for freedom but my feet are feeling sore
I know there's more
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)
The Fight
Artist(s): Tony Stylex
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Writer(s):
Scott Horton (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Pop, Rap, Sports
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Domination, Emotional, Empowerment, Fierce, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Mean, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Protest, Racing, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Hand Claps, Orchestra, Strings, Synths
BPM:
81
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
The Fight
I hear that crowd going wild all screaming my name
I'm a 4th quarter champion my heads in the game
Bruises up and down but I ain't gonna stop
This body goes hard pushing right to the top
The sweat's dripping down got rage in veins
Adrenaline pumping turning sparks to flames
No sidelines gonna make it count
Three, two, one this is my game now
Run hard or run home
Get scarred and break bones
Play with with heart or get owned
Never giving up, never giving up the fight
CHORUS:
Fight
The fight
The fight
Warpaint's on and we don't give up the fight
Down the wire time to make my move
Got the skills and endurance to see this thing through
This is it what we've been training for
No turning back time to even the score
Sweet revenge coming at you like a ton of bricks
100% talent, no stunts and no tricks
When this is all over and you're out of fuel
Check that slo-mo replay watch me take you to school
Savage
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:
Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Industrial, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Rap Rock
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Badass, Beast, Champion, Chase, Confident, Confrontational, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Empowerment, Energetic, Extreme, Fight, Fighting, Forward, Inspirational, Intense, Mean, Pounding, Powerful, Promo, Pulsating, Pulsing, Riot, Shuffle, Sports, Street, Tough, Underground
Instruments:
808, Acoustic Guitar, Bass, Chant, Drums, Horns, Synths, Toms
BPM:
122
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Savage
Kill all the lights we gon' play in the dark
Draggin' the chains, they makin' a spark
Circle of gasoline and of fumes
Breathing the flame, blowin' a fuse
Bustin' through, rusty screws
Rage in the cage, escape from the zoo
Animal instinct off the hinges
Handling business with hammers and wrenches
Bang! Light up the night
No dynamite just a fire to fight
Gorillas and goons fed up with the bull
Fight with the wolf, get cut from the wool
You know the rules
No ref, we won't ever stop, we won't ever rest
There ain't nothing left
Who want it next?
Raw, no chaser straight to your chest rah!
Savage, savage, savage
Put you in bandage
Savage, savage, savage
Bustin' your cabbage
Bring it on
Come on
Brace for the blat, put on the mask
Pump up your fists with knuckles of brass
Break out the trap, the noose, the chains
The hammer go clap
This ain't a game are you not entertained?
Putting a strain on your muscle and brain
Swerving the lanes like Formula 1 on a schedule one
Either hurting somebody or looking for fun
One in the same, who could be judge
You already dirty from throwing the mud
Needle ain't budging above the red line
Maximum pressure the grit and the grime
You know the time, you know the deal
Finding the meal when the weak is revealed
Scalps are peeled, put you in bandage
Bustin' your cabbage savage
Come and get it
If you want it
Raw no chaser straight to your chest
Violence
Artist(s): HighRise
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Writer(s):
Alexander William Larkman (BMI) 50% / Brian C Frank (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Angry, Crime, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Edgy, Eerie, Explicit, Explicit Lyrics, Gangs, Gorey, Graphic, Gritty, Hard, Haunting, Hypnotic, Mean, Power, Raw, Street Smart, Streets, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
130
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Violence
VIOLENCE (CLEAN)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them girls the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them girls the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
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VIOLENCE (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (mess around)
This death, don't mess around (mess around)
(2X)
This life, don't mess around (violence)
This death, don't mess around (violence)
CHORUS
How you get along with a killer?
Don't think about it, be a bigger villain
How you get along with a killer?
Keep your head and be quicker on the trigger, yeah
How you get along with a killer?
See him swing by his neck,
Clean the mess with a brillo,
Get the stains off deck
Then you paint over it
Don't take no bets
Leave the body in the willow yeah
VERSE 1
I give them bitches the run around
They left their man back in lost and found
Check back in ten then go get him out
He bouta swing, you should talk him down
He's checking out my anatomy
Plotting on what to cut out of me
Gone pop off a clip I don't doubt it B
Add a new notch to his belt, that's a casualty
I can see the ivy on his trigger finger
Itching from a distance boy is barely contained
You had better constrain him, cuffs and the chains
Not about to make a threat cuz
I don't make those in vain
Boy's burnin up, no Aloe Vera
You ain't gotta tell me that I don't scare ya
9 in ya waistband, I'm aware yea
Better pop quick I won't dare ya
(Violence)
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
VERSE 2
I give them bitches the run around
Lips on her neck I can lock it down
Leg lock her hips ain't no pulling out
She left her man back in lost and found
He's checking out my anatomy
He know just what to cut out of me
Six off his hip looking down on me
Add a new notch to his belt that's a casualty
Gallows walk Pillow talk
Cut him off, bitch is soft
Blood is on the mantle covering the family photograph,
Lock up on the handle, ain't no way to go through shattered glass
Boys burning up no aloe vera
Thoughts on his mind like I don't care yeah
Blood on his hands like mile long stare yeah
Better pop off quick-
CHORUS
Don Ga Bong
Artist(s): oSean
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 33.34% / Nick Vincent (BMI) 33.33% / Sean Rhee (ASCAP) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Booli Mooli Music (ASCAP) 16.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 16.67% / Tony Vose Music (BMI) 33.33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Korean Hip Hop, Korean Rap, Male Vocal
Keywords:
Aggressive, Ambition, Back Alley, Bling, Cars, Club, Cops, Crime, Criminal, Crude, Dangerous, Dark, Decadence, Determined, Downtown, Drive By, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Greed, Gritty, Guns, Hold Up, Hostile, Killer, Korea, Korea Town, Korean, Mean, Menacing, Money, Ominous, Prison, Raw, Rich, Rough, Scary, Shooting, Steal, Street, Streets, Struggle, Swagger, Territorial, Thug, Tough, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
BPM:
109
Language:
Korean
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don Ga Bong
돈가방 - Don Ga Bong (MONEY BAG)
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
돈벌이 되는 걸로 돈벌이 해
don't worry let the money do the talkin' ay
돈 아님, dont bother, 돈벌어 ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin'
lotta thotties wanna f*****' party all nite
전화기는 꺼 아님 비행기 모드
money over hoes 돈 더 벌어 ay
이건 병 이건 완전 직업 병이야
i ma ball with my pros in California
all the foes hustle talkin' 다 개 뻥이야
높은곳 가도 되 여기는 합법이야
손으로 다 못셀거야 ma money
기계로세면 헬리콥터 소리
we get the won n' the dollars u know it
이걸 난 원해서 잠못들었지
f*** sleep
잠은 죽어서나 실컷
해가 뜰때까지 still up
자꾸 돈이 나를 불러
cuz ain't nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
돈벌이되는걸로 돈벌이해
돈얘기 아님 난 꺼리지
f*** 어리버리 s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, 다 적이지
in my money bag
싹다 쓸어담어 쓰윽 x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2 :
f*** being fake about it
take money
내 모토 니나 잘해
내차례 절대로 뒤로 안빼 난
하고싶은 말 있으면 해 that's it
새끼들이 말이많아 쓸데없는 말이자나
쉽게 보지마 난 장난 하지않아 돈갖다가
내 돈가방, 세탁기에 넣고 다 빨아
병신들 평생 남 똥꼬나 빨아
난 하나 똥도 안주는 반항아 같은 태도 마랴
만의하나 내가 낼죽는데도 후회없는 삶을 살아
f*** u know about me
난 낮과 밤이 바뀌다못해 잠도 없이 grindin'
날보고 미쳤다고해도 f*****' pedal to the metal
겁도 없지 다른 level 에서 fatal 한걸 뱉어내고
더 챙겨 내 돈가방에
돈이 아니면 don't bother me
다른 랩퍼들 돈자랑질 민망하게만드는 problem kid
너네들 어렸을때 난 진짜 hustlin' f***** cocaine
임마 나 어렸을땐 그것도 없어서 만들어 slang
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
돈벌이되는걸로 돈벌이해
돈얘기 아님 난 꺼리지
f*** 어리버리 s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, 다 적이지
in my money bag
싹다 쓸어담어 쓰윽 x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Phonetic:
Don-Ga-Bang - (MONEY BAG)
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
don buhri dwae neun guhro don buhri hae
don't worry let the money do the talkin ay
don ah nim don't bother don buh ruh ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin
lotta thotties wanna f***** party all nite
jun hwa gi neun gguh ah nim bi hang gi mode
money over hoes don duh buh ruh ay
e-gun byung e-gun wonjun jig gup byung-e-ya
i ma ball with my pros in california
all the foes hustle talkin da ge bbung-e-ya
nopen gosae itsuh do dwae yuh-gi neun hap bup-e-ya
soneuro da mote sel guh-ya ma money
gi gae ro sae myun helicopter sori
we get the won n the dollars u know it
e-guhl nan won hae suh jam mote deuh ruht ji f*** sleep
jam eun jook uh suh na sil kut
hae ga ddeul ddae gga ji still up
jaggoo don-e na reul bool luh
cuz aint nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
don buhri dwae neun guhro don buhri hae
don yae-gi ah nim nan ggu ri ji
f*** uh-ri-bu-ri s***, i aint f***** with
f*** errbody s***, da jug-gi-ji
in my money bag
ssak dah sseuh ruh dam uh x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2:
f*** being fake about it
take money nae moto nina jalhae
nae charae nan jul dae dwi roh ahn bbae
hago sipeun mal it sseu myun hae thats it
saeggi duri marimana sseuldaeup neun marijana
ship gae bojima nan jangnan haji anah don gaht daga
nae don-ga-bang, sae takki ae nuko da bbara
byungsindeul pyungsang nam ddong ggo nah bbah rah
nan hana ddong do ahn jooneun ban hang-ah gateun taedo maryah
mahn eu hana nae ga nell jookneundedo who hwae upneun salmeul sara
f*** u know about me
nan natgwa bami bwakwidamothae jamdo upsi grindin
nalbogo mi chut dago hedo f***** pedal to the metal gupdo upji dareun level aesuh fatal hanguhl batuh nego
duh chang gyu nae don-ga-bang-ae
doni ahnim don't bother me
dareun rapper del don ja rang jil min mang ha gae mandeu neun problem kid
nuh nae deul uh ryut sseul ddae nan jin jja hustlin f***** cocaine
imma na uhryut sseul dan geugutdo up suhsuh mandeuruh slang
English Translation:
"MONEY BAG"
Verse 1 :
Put that money bag in my money bag
make money with the s*** that makes money
don't worry let the money do the talkin' ay
if it ain't money, don't bother, make money ay
i be in the zone in the early mornin'
lotta thotties wanna f*****' party all nite
turn the phone off or put it on airplane mode
money over hoes, make more money ay
its like a sickness, that workaholic sickness
i ma ball with my pros in California
all the foes hustle talkin' all f***** lies
we can go to a higher place cuz its legal here
til we can't count money with hands
count it with the machine and it makes a helicopter sound
we get the won n' the dollars u know it
because I wanted this I couldn't sleep
f*** sleep, sleep plenty when I die
til the sunrise I'm still up
money keep callin' me
cuz ain't nobody realer
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
make money with the s*** that makes money
if u ain't talkin money i ain't about it
f*** sucker s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, all enemies
in my money bag
sweep it all in x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Verse 2 :
f*** being fake about it
take money - my motto, u do u
my turn, and I never back out
wanna say something then say it, and thats it
suckas talk too much, all them words useless
don't take me light, I don't play with my money
I put my money bag in the laundry
suckers keep kissin a**
I don't give a fuck like rebel
if i die tomorrow, I ma die with no regrets
f*** u know about me
day and night switches and now i grind with no sleep
u might say im crazy but i go pedal to the metal with no fear,
and I'm on another level spittin' fatal s***
put more in to my money bag
if it ain't money, don't bother me
a problem kid embarrassing other rappers' money flexing
when yall was young i really hustled cocaine
when I was young, I didn't even have it so I made it and slanged that s***
Chorus:
i need that money bag
in my money bag x3
make money with the shit that makes money
if u ain't talkin money i ain't about it
f*** sucker s***, i aint f*****' with
f*** errbody s***, all enemies
in my money bag
sweep it all in x3
in my money bag yayayaya
Set The Stage
Artist(s): Terrell Burt
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Writer(s):
Matthew C. Vander Boegh (ASCAP) 50% / Terrell Burt (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Hybrid, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Sports, Trailer
Keywords:
Adversity, Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Basketball, Battle, Bold, Boxing, Competition, Confrontational, Defiant, Determined, Emotional, Empowerment, Epic, Fighting, Football, Gang, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Odds, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising, Shootout, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant
Instruments:
808, Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Hand Claps, Stomps, Synths
BPM:
73
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Set The Stage
If I ever fold then leave me in the dirt
It's a clever mold meaning that my set path was never meant to merge
It's kinda getting worse while all of these feelings surge
Not supposed to be here but flipping packs up on the curb
But now I'm penning words, so free but time got me bound
Life is short but I hover tall, why I'm not backing down
Empty promises like track and field, it's the run around
The battle has only just begun so yeah, who can stop me now?
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
When you defy the odds and free from all the sham facades
You're set apart from every single person in your squad
Perceiving frauds that's on a journey where the roads are broad
You persevere since you no longer do it for the applause
I'll fight back if you strike first
It's in my blood so it's unrehearsed
I'll still prevail even at my worst
There really no point on stopping me
League of my own like a latchkey
Plowing competition so carefree
My name going down in the books yeah, check the marquee
Who can halt the plan?
I'm different 'cause I am bound to stand
When in a jam
I will come out with the upper hand
I'm gonna rise in an instance
Sorta expeditious
Invitation to the first look, you can be a witness
Never count me out even though I will fall
You can never question if I truly gave my all
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
What you doing if it isn't for the long haul?
I'm running game, you just playing 'cause you wanna stall
I'll set the stage for ya
I'll set the stage for ya
Let me let me let me let me
Set the stage for ya
We Got The Power
Artist(s): downNout
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Rock
Subcategories:
Hard Rock, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Attitude, Badass, Beast, Chase, Confrontational, Distortion, Driving, Edgy, Empowerment, Energetic, Fight, Fighting, Forward, Inspirational, Intense, Mean, Pounding, Powerful, Promo, Pulsating, Pulsing, Shuffle, Sports, Tough, Underground, Uprising, Workout
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Synths
BPM:
125
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Got The Power
I see 'em watching
They try'na figure it out
They don't know what we about
Bump all the silence
We won't be quiet, let's start a riot
It's time for us to get loud
How you say we ain't the greatest
Who competing through the ages?
Man I shouldn't even have to say this
Who on ya A-List up on my status?
This is God given greatness man
I don't think you can create this man
Turn the building to a spaceship
We going up when the bass hit
C'MON
Yea we starting the show
Lock it and load it it's ready blow
We got the power I hope that you know
You said that you ready so...
C'MON
We gon' take it the farthest
No matter what they say regardless
'Bout to set off the charges
And we just getting started
Pardon me I'm getting my slash on
Michael Meyers with the mask on
Got a white girl look like Angelina
I call it getting my Brad on
When I write this
I ain't thinking 'bout if you gon' like this
You don't think about what all the hype is
But you think you considered the hypest
The flow so cold it's like two below
Make you feel it in ya cuticles
Squad posted like a cubicle
They just waiting on the cue to go
This is the moment just pledge your allegiance
You now you're a slave, I'll take you to freedom
You might as well join 'em if you cannot beat 'em
Just watch out for the demons
Stove
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Writer(s):
Anthony Thompson (ASCAP) 33.34% / Joseph Michael Darby (BMI) 33.33% / Ty Frankel (BMI) 33.33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 66.66% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33.34%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Alley, Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Drug Deal, Drug Dealer, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
67
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stove
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
I make it hot up on my own boy
You cracking slick and get a tone boy
You n****s talking about a zone boy
We (redacted) boys, you better know your home boy
You n****s better do your homework
You n****s better get your own work
I take your b**** and make that ho twerk
Hook:
I make it hot, well I just put it on the stove boy
I grab that whip and then I put it on the stove boy
You need a hit, well I just took it off the stove boy
I take that b**** and then I put her on the stove boy
I just stay up on that stove boy
I be whipping on that stove boy
I make it hot well I just put it on the stove boy
On the stove boy
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Man hunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
Feds found a dead body with no face on it
Manhunt, they gon put a whole case on em
They done made it hot, gotta hit the chase on em
Hit the stove, hit the road, hella cake on em
I Don't Know
Artist(s): Saint Andrews
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Writer(s):
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Publisher(s):
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Drill, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Reality TV Moods & Emotions, Trap
Keywords:
Chicago, City, Cocaine, Conflict, Confrontation, Crime, Danger, Dark, Dark Alley, Dealer, Death, Drill, Drinking, Drive By, Druggy, Drugs, Explicit Lyrics, Fight, Gang, Gangster, Hood, Intimidating, Jail, Murder, Party, Scary, Smoke, Streets, Struggle, Tough, Trippy, Violence
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
68
Key:
Cm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Don't Know
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 1:
Look up in my eyes but they're probably closed
It's a lot of s*** I ain't gotta know
I can probably change it but I probably won't
Don't ask me no questions n****, I don't know
n****s riding with me, well they probably vicious
We just out in traffic and we hitting switches
Don't ask me bout them, I ain't hit them b****es
We so different, cock it back and we gon hit ya
Quiet n**** hit the loud
Find a door and kick it down
Don't know what this s***'s about
All these rappers, kick em out
Take a b**** and d*** her down
And I just might lick her down
Hope I make my n****s proud
So much changed from then to now
Hook:
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
If I get booked, i don't know s***
Who was that b****, i don't know s***
who got murked, i don't know s***
N**** Ima smoke till I don't know s***
Why you talkin, you don't know s***
Hoes tryin go, Man you don't know s***
how a n**** get a four so quick
Don't ask me n**** I don't know s***
Verse 2:
I be over east but I whip so quick
I be over west trying to hit that b****
Got a lotta stress so the s*** stay lit
Rap don't work Ima hit that lick
Got no compassion, gotta survive
Got all the traction, got all the drive
I don't react to all of the lies
Take me off the map, guess you can try
Boy you know I'm out the way, I'm trying to crack another safe
Get some ratchets out my face and flick them ashes out the way
Looking for a compliment that I ain't passin out today
Know my actions is my name so don't ask me bout my name
Only way I'm staying broke is if a casket in the way
I be chillin But I guess I'm on that active s*** today
They out of character, I guess they on some actor s*** today
My mans moving slow, I guess he on that activis today
If I get booked, I don't know s***
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
Showoff
Artist(s): Al Be
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Writer(s):
Al Newkirk Bryant (BMI) 50% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Arena, Bad Ass, Battle, Bold, Competition, Confidence, Defiant, Determined, Epic, Fighting, Gritty, Intense, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Power, Promo, Rising Above, Sports, Strength, Strong, Swagger, Tough
Instruments:
808, Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
136
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Mid-Uptempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Showoff
SHOWOFF
CHORUS (2X)
We showoff we show up
You know this you know us
They hatin' but so what
No one can hold us
We showoff we show up
We showoff we show up
We showoff we showoff
We showoff we show up
VERSE 1
Ain't playin no mo'
Came to settle the sco'
Never heard befo'
Well now you know
I had 'em like wow yeah
They were diggin' my style yeah
Don't rock with me now yeah
They seeing me smile yeah
Thinkin' back to the days
When I couldn't get a plate
All I wanted was a taste
All I felt was disgrace
But now I feel great
You can see it in my face
Now they all wanna ride
But I ain't got space
We fo sho no probablies
And we don't take apologies
Unless you saying sorry
With a pile of G's
See I got mouths to feed
It cost a pile of fees
Bless the child that got his own
That's my philosophy
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Pull up in that thang
You know ya boy gone bang
You know exactly what I'm saying
What games boy we ain't playin
I'm the one that's got it
I'm the one that's with it
I'm the one still gettin' it
I'll show yo how to get it
I come from the mud
Yet I be shinig like this
So every now and again
I must remind 'em like this
I kill the game and leave it slumped
They gone find it like this
And I'll match the alibi
Perfect timing like this
We the ones they came to see
And the ones they wish to be
Everynight is history
Never blue to rich to be (uhhhh)
Haters resent me
Presidents represent me
Come see ya don't tempt me
My tank is never empty
CHORUS (2X)
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
Came Through Killing It
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Ignacio Saucedo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
149
Key:
G♯m/A♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Came Through Killing It
CAME THROUGH KILLING IT
CHORUS
Came thru killing it...man down
Working with the drip put the pan down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
Came thru killing it...man down
I just got a bag bring the bands out
Came thru killing it...man down
VERSE 1
I just came thru with the monster bag
Know I grew up where the monsters at
Any time we talking, where the commas at?
Dripping all this flavor Willy Wonka swag! OH OH
I gotta get it in bands though, I gotta get an advance though
All this money keep my pants low, who gon tell me that I can't though?
Don't be stunting for the gram though, know I came up out the bando
Ain't a neighborhood I can't go, what we talking? Yes
CHORUS
OUTRO
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Get the bag get the bag get the bag
Pop a tag, pop a tag, pop a tag
Get the bag, get the bag man down
CHORUS
Big Drip
Artist(s): WEARETHEGOOD
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Writer(s):
Sage Elias Rodrigo (BMI) 50% / Wesley Eugene Smith Jr. (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Aggressive, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Gritty, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
120
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Big Drip
BIG DRIP
CHORUS
Feeling like I can't lose
How you gon stop these moves?
Drop top drop top drop top
Look how the light come through
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
Feeling like I can't lose
Don't you know I paid my dues
Top flo top flo top flo
Oh you gotta see these views
Yea...oh ohhhhh
Big Drip big drip Big drip Big drip
Oh oooh
Big drip Big drip Big drip Big drip
VERSE 1
I been doing real outstanding
Working with the moves no dancing
I been in control like Janet
So high I'm on a whole other planet
Wrist like water with the patek
Drowning in designer I'm an addict
Your diamonds real cloudy that's static
I don't want yo girl I already had it
VERSE 2
I send 20 racks don't even blink
I spent 20 more didn't even think
I bought a 100 bottles I don't even drink
My ice too cold I'm need a mink
My diamonds going crazy I'm need a shrink
Whole lotta cash I'm a need a Brink
Got butterfly doors on the lambo
Who gonna tell me anywhere that I can't go?
CHORUS
Ubetcha
Artist(s): Yaydo
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Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
After Party, Bling, City, Club, Cocky, Confident, Dark, Dope, Druggy, Drugs, Eerie, Explicit Lyrics, Flaunting, Gold Chain, Hypnotic, Jewelry, Limo, Mean, Party, Power, Southern, Streets, Strip Club, Stripper Pole, Swagger, Taunting, Thug, Tough, Trippy
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synths
Track Styles:
Production
BPM:
110
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Ubetcha
Bouta be a celebrity in my home town,
People that f*** with me? Like my whole town,
Cities that heard of me likely your town,
Cause the flow is hittin' smoother than a Jawn from Motown
Yay to the dizzo on the go hard,
Ain't met nobody dap worthy so far,
21 years and B**** i still ain't tryna hear it now the block list long gotta a motherf***** scroll bar
Tell me whatchu know about the kid,
Acting like you ain't know what he did,
Acting like your ain't hear what he said,
Acting like acting right gonna save your f***** head
Made it this far brought the whole crew,
Now the pockets lookin' straight up outta Whole Foods,
I been talkin' bouta mill, you been talking bouta pill so I ain't never worried pillow talkings what the hoes do
That Midwest slang gotta fear it,
Banging in your ears like rat, tat, tatta,
They say you bouta blow can you feel it,
Look at that b**** like
OH UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Oh UBETCHA,
Flick out your wrist like your Rollie don't fit ya
Look I think it's about time we talked,
You xmens are frauds, your best friends a narc, Your bars jelly soft,
Your songs barely pop, and if your dawgs wanna bark then I'm letting the tech spark
Lot of em looking at me s-sideways,
Prolly cause they know it's going my way,
Seen this s*** comin from like a mile away, now I'm lookin back at the road like I'm in the drive way
Look I'm Holdin the truth, I shoulder the youth, might blow out your mind like a roof-a-less coupe,
And as for the crew, you know what we do, don't talk to Feds so I can't talk to you,
And I done so many things already where I'm heading but it got me thinking really what's there left to do
Cause I been pushing juice, and jumping hoops, and folding troops, conduct caboose and the Next stop is the roof
Can you dig it, can feel it, why can't you see my N****,
Independent, illest pendants, they depending on me my n****,
For my cousin, get to bussin, no discussion, ain't no IV's my n****
Going ignant, just to show ya, even at you own game I gotcha beat my n****
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha,
UBETCHA,
Oh ubetcha.
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