Tracks Similar To 1155
Insecure
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Cool, Dark, Depression, Emotional Pain, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Sadness, Smokey, Spacey, Struggle, Tired
Instruments:
808 Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Drums, Electric Guitar, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
103
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Insecure
INSECURE
CHORUS
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
I'm not mad
I just want the world to see me
I'm insecure and I'm suffering
VERSE 1
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna feed the display, no
Why can't I feel the same
Ay ay
So I would settle for little
But it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
See I ain't never been mental, but what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
PRE-CHORUS 1
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Ay, I'm isolated in pain
Don't wanna be the display, no
Why can't I feel this sane
Ay ay
See I ain't never been mental
But what's a pot to a kettle
I been upset and belittled, but it's my mind, right
See I won't settle for little
Cuz it'd be better if my head could be accepted in general
Get my mind right
PRE-CHORUS 2
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
I just wanna be alone in the back room
Focused all up in my zone cuz I have to
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
Ain't nobody got my back, turn my back to em
CHORUS (2X)
Suicide
Artist(s): Matisse Tsoy
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Writer(s):
Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Trap
Keywords:
Acceptance, Bittersweet, Bright, Chill, Depression, Emotional Pain, Excitement, Gentle, Good Vibes, Introspective, Loneliness, Longing, Lost In Thought, Melancholy, Mental Illness, Nighttime, Overcoming Struggle, Positive Energy, Pushing Through, Sadness, Soaring, Spacey, Starry, Struggle, Uplifting, Vacation, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Rhodes Electric Piano, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
161
Key:
B/C♭
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Suicide
SUICIDE
VERSE 1
Guess I been kinda feeling lonely
Like don't nobody really know me
So I been tryna do my own thing
All on my own I'll be my own me
I said I wanna be my own me
Hold please while I hang up on the old me
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
Just lemme leave me by my lonely
CHORUS
I'll find my place in this human life
But tryna face it is suicide
I'm okay with my human side
And tryna face it is suicide
VERSE 2
I never fit in, always been a stray
Just lemme live in this infinity
See I ain't tryna live in yesterday
But I ain't tryna live in this today
Guess I been kinda feeling timid, ay
Slip away, live a life, but I'll forget a day
And I'm regretting what I never say
See I regret it, but I never say
BRIDGE
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
Feeling like a fake tryna act my age
Cemented my mistakes in the mess I made, but I
But I been tryna live a life
Tryna live a little but I trip and take it right back
CHORUS
Under Broken Skies
Artist(s): Andrew Jordan
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Writer(s):
Andrew David Jordan (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Electronic
Subcategories:
Ambient, Chillhop, Downbeat, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Chill, Cold, Colorful, Dark, Depressed, Disappointment, Disillusioned, Dramatic, Dreamy, Emotional Pain, Ethereal, Foggy, Hazy, Hurt, Introspective, Isolation, Late Night, Loneliness, Longing, Loss, Lost, Melancholy, Mellow, Outer Space, Sad Memories, Smooth, Spacey, Starry, Vibe, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Percussion, SFX, Strings, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
114
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
No Surprise
Artist(s): The Axe Grinders (feat. Terrell Burt)
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Writer(s):
Brendan Holger Nickel (ASCAP) 33% / Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 33% / Terrell Lamon Burt (BMI) 34%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 33% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 67%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Chill, City, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Focused, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Heavy Guitar, Hyped Up, Motivated, Perseverance, Persistence, Pumped Up, Ready, Smooth, Success, Swagger, Winning Spirit
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Flute, Piano
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
146
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
No Surprise
NO SURPRISE
VERSE 1
Ay
(skrt skrt skrt skrt, come on, come on)
Whipping the foreign (foreign)
Making it rain
All day and it's pouring (pouring)
The city is mine (mine)
I run it so hard
I'm winning and soaring (winning and soaring)
Don't throw any shots (oh)
I'm changing the game, steadily morphing
Shooting go off like warnings
If I see an opp
He getting exposed
He getting contorted
PRE-CHORUS
Did some things that I'm not proud of
The streets on lock
That's foul love
A simp
If not you'll see me with the gloves (see me)
I talk reckless
But I back it up
You pop off, it's really bluff
I'm here to change the game because I had enough
CHORUS
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I win
The way I choose to live my life
I made it when you acted shady
Yeah that's no surprise
When I pull up I'm focused
Haters on edge, they can't even notice
A star like showbiz
I got the juice
A lotta doses
It's the way I shine
Relentless, you can't stop my grind
You can never try to fade me
Yeah that's no surprise
VERSE 2
Pull up in the baddest (skrt)
Hood certified
My name is established (oh yeah)
Was staying real ratchet
Couldn't kick habits
Now I'm living so lavish (so lavish)
Came from the slums
Brought me some pain
It made me so numb
Second to none
Making some moves
Long way from square one
I never run
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS
BRIDGE
I took it all by surprise
I took it all by surprise
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
I took it all by surprise (took it, took it, took it, took it)
I took it all by surprise (oh yeah)
No ceilings
Cause my limit is the sky
Haters watch me soar and you can watch me fly
CHORUS
Eating My Money
Artist(s): Marco Thomas
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Writer(s):
Marco MRC Thomas (GEMA) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Badass, Boss, City, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Drinking, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Lewd, Money, Night Club, Night Life, Stripper, Success, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Body Percussion, Strings, Synth, Synth Bass, Vocoder
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
135
Key:
G
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Eating My Money
Eating My Money (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card is dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that b***s***, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, b**** ain't funny (b**** ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties p*****, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the p***** bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh s***, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a b****, money is a b****
Let's do a gangbang and p**** her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
_________________________________
Eating My Money (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ice cold, imma burning my stacks, Getting this fire into my tracks,
Packing the mill, getting some pills, Taking the trip, this is it,
I got too much money on my bank, (too much money)
Credit card's dripping, girls always stripping. (woo)
VERSE 1
Cuz they smelling my wealth, got more gold than Michael Phelps (easy)
You can see the diamonds very clearly, premium quality,
Got the Cuban like Bill, put it into some Lewinsky,
While I'm spilling Hennessy and Whiskey (risky risky).
I'm sick of all that bullshit, money comes, money goes,
But there comes more than goes, steady flowing into my pockets,
Inviting pickpockets living in my house, paying them money,
To stealing my money, bitch ain't funny (bitch ain't funny).
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
Chilling on the couch, drinking 40-ounce,
Giving hotties pounds, see my homies bounce,
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
Order another round, laying on the ground,
Drink another stout, see the pussies bounce
(bounce, bounce, bounce, bounce)
CHORUS (2X)
Bounce back, filling the tank
Throwing the stacks, burning my money,
Serving the plates, they eating my money,
Ratatatat, shooting with Money
Oh shit, killing the bank,
Loading the gat, again and again,
(Bounce back, now bounce back,
Eating my money)
VERSE 2
Life ain't a bitch, money is a bitch
Let's do a gangbang and pound her hard,
Management too smart, money avalanche
Ranch neverland, play money (play money),
Always second chance boring (boring)
I don't want more, got enough of all that crap,
Escaping with my jet, escaping with my yacht,
Can't stop, won't stop, Benjamin is always finding me
MIA, CIA, I'm the prey,
PRE-CHORUS (2X)
CHORUS (2X)
OUTRO (2X)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (They're eating my money!)
Baby bounce back, now bounce bounce
Baby bounce, baby bounce back
Now bounce bounce (Eating my money!)
Weeping Mother
Artist(s): Paul Croteau
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Writer(s):
Paul Henry Croteau (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Trap
Keywords:
Anger, Atmospheric, Blurry, Contemplative, Cool, Criminal, Dark, Disappointment, Distressed, Drama, Eerie, Emotional Pain, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Hurt, Introspective, Mysterious, Quirky, Sad, Serious, Smokey, Streets, Unnerving, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Champion
Artist(s): Exit Prose
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Writer(s):
Matthew Christopher Vander Boegh (BMI) 50% / Tim Paul Hammes (ASCAP) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 50% / Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 50%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Aggressive, Badass, Ballin', Boss, Championship, Cocky, Competition, Confident, Cool, Dark, Energy, Football, Game, Hard Working, Hustle, Hustlin', Hyped Up, Inspiration, Motivation, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Powerful, Sports, Street, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Violent, Winning
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
95
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Champion
CHAMPION
VERSE 1
If you want to be the best
Then you gotta beat the best
No B.S. work hard, leisure less
I'm in a whole other league
They can't even test
Want to step to me
Go head and be my guest
Enough talking
Time to put this beef to rest
It's game on now
You about to be finessed
I don't care who your camp is
What your brand is
By the end of the show
They gonna know
Who the champ is
Every step,every rep, every breath
Every trickle of sweat
It's a ripple effect
only way you can win some respect
Is to keep on winning
And don't let them forget
It's like an overdue debt
I won't accept
No more rain checks
I'm here to collect
Better prep, better come correct
Come at me you better bet
I'm coming for your neck
CHORUS
No sacrifice, no reward
Got to fight to endure
Like a Champion
Not the type to ignore
They don't like me
Cuz boy I'm a Champion
No payment, no payoff
No pain, no playoffs
For a Champion
No discipline, no victory hymn
Yeah I'm gonna win
Cuz I'm a Champion
VERSE 2
It don't matter if it's practice
My passion's the same
To me it's the whole
Other half of the game
I don't half-ass it
Don't skip past it
Ain't no thespian
More like ESPN classic
Pass me the rock
Or pass me the mic
Like a pigskin
Underneath them
Stadium lights
Keep it tight like spiral
Aimed for the kill
My cranium is titanium
So they can't tell
Me that I won't
Cuz I know that I will
And if I do fail
Then I use it to build
Ain't a worse way to lose
Then to give up and choose
To not compete for me
There is no excuse
I'm an all star
Never surrender
I'll starve
Before you see me turn to flee
So don't start
This is what I'm here for
It's gonna be a war
And that means
There's gonna be more
Then some sweat on the floor
CHORUS
BRIDGE
Champion
I'm a champion
Champion, champion
Champion, champion
When I'm a champion
Boy I'm a champion, champion
CHORUS
Stupid Busy
Artist(s): ACwavyy
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Writer(s):
Alan Ivan Puac (BMI) 50% / Alexander Edward Cassano (BMI) 50%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Busy, Confident, Cool, Crime, Dark, Determined, Gangster, Hood, Hustle, Money, Motivation, Night Life, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Serious, Showing Off, Street, Success, Swagger, Tension, Thug
Instruments:
Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
160
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Stupid Busy
STUPID BUSY
CHORUS (2X)
What they doin wit me
What they doin wit me
Back to back exotic cars when we move through the city
Been on the run for way to long they wonder who can get him
See how I'm coming game is on I'm gettin stupid busy
VERSE 1
I been patient tired of waiting ain't no time for wasting
Wake up early In the morning and my mind is racin
My mistake I'm tryna be great but I'm still dodging cases
Been working overtime in know it's mine so stop the hatin
Pay attention take a listen no escapin prison.
The way we livin game I give I'm tryna make a difference
See it's a shame u make a name then people fakin friendships
I ain't crying gimme mine that's right I came to get it
We don't stop for nothin busy bee I got it buzzin
Them heavy pockets coming clean like I can mop or something
Let's get the top I want it when are y'all gone stop the Huntin
End up in a box or something just because u got some money
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Been floodin neighborhoods so long we never see a drought
There not a square up in my circle gotta keep em out
Just leave em out we grab the keys and pull the Beamer out
No reachin out We got the water get the leaches out
Now I'm invested got the method see what I been blessed with
We all been tested got thru stress so now we got a message
They wonder who applyin pressure now it's not a question
They say that blind gone lead the blind but us we got Perspective
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
Been tryna shine the light.
I'm tryna shine it bright
I gotta fight tonight
They tellin me my timings right
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE
There's repercussion to ya actions Gotta make it happen.
Time ain't waiting for nobody hate it wit a passion.
I took a trip and had to pray that I can make it back in
I ain't slipping for nobody cuz I make the traction
CHORUS (2X)
You Don't Want No Smoke
Artist(s): Marco DiMarco
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Writer(s):
Christopher DiMarco (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Instrumental-Only, Trap
Keywords:
Anger, Atmospheric, Blurry, Contemplative, Cool, Dark, Drama, Gritty, Hazy, Hypnotic, Introspective, Mysterious, Ominous, Pensive, Serious, Smokey, Swagger, Thoughtful, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
84
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
The Situation
Artist(s): Marco DiMarco
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Writer(s):
Christopher DiMarco (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Ambient Hip Hop, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Instrumental-Only, Trap
Keywords:
Atmospheric, Blurry, Chill, Contemplative, Cool, Curious, Dark, Drama, Hazy, Hypnotic, Introspective, Mellow, Mysterious, Pensive, Serious, Smokey, Swagger, Thoughtful, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Mbira, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
86
Key:
D♯m/E♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
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
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
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)
Don't Regret It
Artist(s): K.Epps
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Writer(s):
Kyle Epps (BMI) 33% / Michael Vondell Jr Dalton (BMI) 34% / Terrence R Robinson (BMI) 33%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Alcohol, Carefree, City Lights, Cocky, Cool, Danceable, Dirty, Drugs, Drunk, Foggy, Hazy, Late Night, Lewd, Marijuana, Night Life, Party, Risque, Sexual, Swagger
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, SFX, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
164
Key:
A♯m/B♭m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Don't Regret It
DON'T REGRET IT (CLEAN)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. we replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar t****** out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima Hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the w*** hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun & being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
_______________________________
DON'T REGRET IT (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Get it, Get it,
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it, Get it
Get it, Get it
Drank, Drank
Drank, Drank
Get it
Ahhhhhhhhh!
CHORUS
I party too hard. Yup I don't regret it.
Taking it too far. Yup I don't regret it
The time is now for us to get it and don't regret it.
I woke up hungover in the morning. I don't regret it.
VERSE 1
Woke up this morning, eleven thirty, my clothes are dirty.
Hop in the shower, recoup, prepare for the nightly hour
Fast forward nine pm. We pregaming.
It's 10p.m. We replay it.
Three shots, back to back, that's how we startin jack.
Back to back, three shots, before we even hit the spot.
Eight straight to the face
when we get inside the place.
Going hard at the bar titties out mardi gras.
CHORUS
VERSE 2
Chocolate chicks at the bar, looking like a candy bar.
All these flavors at the bar looking like a candy store.
At the bar gettin hammered
girls to nail ima hammer.
Like bowling balls roll up
pass the weed hold up.
Hold up
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to get it
I'm ready to win it
I'm ready to get it.
I'm ready to do what I got to do'
to make a winning move.
And the move
is a blast of da juice.
Dat a pack wit a boost.
Where it's at
what it do.
And I'm drinking the booze.
And I'm touching her boobs.
And I'm bout to get loose.
Got nothing to lose.
Only Fun to prove.
Drink a hundred Proof.
CHORUS
VERSE 3
It's on And Poppin'
Ain't no point In stopping O. M.B.
What dat mean? On My Bed.
Oh I see. O. I.C...
three letters, What dat mean?
Own It Cuz
Don't regret it baby we both wavy
Maybe later lady.
mighty mimosas
toast for doing the most Yuh.
Headache on the wake up but everything is kosher.
Headache over heartache
No regrets because we party
wit da purpose to find truth
having fun and being naughty (naughty)
CHORUS
OUTRO
I don't regret
I don't regret it
I don't regret it
Don't regret it
Welcome To The South
Artist(s): Zone Lo
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Writer(s):
Lorzone Mong Lo (ASCAP) 100%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Adrenaline, Badass, Buzzing, Concert, Confident, Cool, Drugs, Echoes, Energy, Heavy Bass, High, Hyped Up, Intoxicated, Laid Back, Letting Loose, Money, Night Club, Party, Performance, Smokey, Smooth, Swagger, Under The Influence
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
135
Key:
Fm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Welcome To The South
WELCOME TO THE SOUTH
VERSE 1
Welcome to the South
The sound of the music yeah that's how we get loud
Drumming on wax now beat your jumpman's out
The bass hits your face, ending up on a couch
That's how we do it in the dirty south
CHORUS 1
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South (4X)
VERSE 2
Out here chasing paper, try to catch a fade
Wanna flip the script, money three ways
Catch him in them hallways, playing mind games
On the rooftop, catch him man I'm too paid
Yeah, turn em in, we turn you out
They ain't catchin' me slipping, yeah that's how you go out
Yeah flip the bird, end up on a couch
It's a wrap, when we turn it out, in the
CHORUS 1
VERSE 3
Yeah Money makes this money man go round
Hit me with that drummer boy, yeah let's go make that sound
Turn it up, yeah go crazy jump the crowd,
Turn it up, let's go one time let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Make it loud, turn it up let's make it loud
Yeah yeah yeah, Welcome to the South
CHORUS 2
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
VERSE 4
Dirty Birdies, playing you hurry
Drop em off at the fifty-yard line and keep em working
No averting, turn the page, flip the perc
Another dot for ya, that's how we keep em working
Jumpin' Loud, jumpin' loud til the crowds go home
Jumpin' loud, tell em how, til the roads is gone
Jumpin' loud, tell em now, yeah we stayin' afloat
Money last til your gassed out, endin' up broke
CHORUS 3
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
Yeah, dirty, dirty, Dirty South
OUTRO
(Yeah, yeah yeah yeah)
Dirty South
(Oh, yeah)
Dirty South
(yeah oh)
Welcome to the South
(yeah oh)
Regardless
Artist(s): Juuuu & Matisse Tsoy & Nate WILL
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Writer(s):
Julian Jaleel Thomas (ASCAP) 30% / Matthew Paul Tsoy (ASCAP) 40% / Nate Williams (BMI) 30%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 70% / Black Toast Music (BMI) 30%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Champion, Cocky, Cool, Dark, Determination, Drugs, Flossing, Focused, Grinding, Gritty, Laid Back, Money, Motivation, Overcoming Struggle, Proud, Rising Above, Showing Off, Standing Out, Strong, Success, Swagger, Tough, Winning, Winning Attitude
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Electric Piano, Nylon String Guitar
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
80
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Regardless
REGARDLESS (CLEAN)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil n***a you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh (let's go)
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) n****s (what's the word)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a n***a causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking ish, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil n***a
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
B****, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my s**t like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, s**t (I'ma splurge)
Ain't with that bulls**t
We put it to the curb (to the curb)
____________________________________
REGARDLESS (EXPLICIT)
INTRO
Ayo
I'm an introvert, but with us it's a party though
I can't tell you what I'm tryna do, lil nigga you gon' have to wait
Wait for it
Ay (Ay)
Yuh, yuh
CHORUS
Grind time (woo)
I'ma get it (yuh)
All mine (ay)
To the finish (woo)
I don't quit (yah)
I be winning (that true, that true, yeah)
I ain't (hey) worried (whoa)
Bout these (hey huh) niggas (what's the word nigga)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
I'ma get mine regardless (yuh)
I'ma get mine regardless (whoo)
VERSE 1
(Yo)
I ain't worried bout nada, nada
Now a nigga causing me a problem, ooh (nuh uh)
I'ma worry bout dollars, taking care of me and my lil mama, ooh (uh)
I'm out in the Bahamas
Mojito swallows, button-up styling, ooh (skrrt)
I'm copping the property
Life lately like the game Monopoly, ooh (sheesh)
Queso (ay)
I got the chips and I'm putting 'em in the right place (place)
If it's a gamble, I'll throw the whole handful
I learned all my lessons from early mistakes (stakes)
I been out grinding and timing is everything
Dawg you can tell I ain't taking no breaks (breaks)
Think I'm a baker, I'm making this cake (cake)
And my lady thicc like a protein shake (okay)
Listen
I'm just investing mine
See? gon' be good from the jump (jump)
Ain't nothing fake, but I'm good with the pump (bang)
All of these bums that are fighting for crumbs (dang)
I feel like Neo cuz I been The One (yo)
Your life like Keto, you trying to beef? (what)
You talking shit, but I didn't see (what)
Cuz she doing me, and I'm doing me, ay (chuh)
CHORUS
VERSE 2
(Ay, Juuuu)
I can't tell ya what I'm tryna do, lil nigga
You gon' have to wait for it (wait, wait for it)
I ain't even in the race, floor it
Mama say I need to brake more (brake more)
Round here death coming early, man
We ain't even have to wait for it (wait for it)
Nowadays I don't spray towards
Let 'em live, make 'em hate more (make 'em hate more)
Juuuu and friends coming like we got up out the loony bin (out the loony bin)
Did it once, gon' do again
We in the house, we moving in (Juuuu bitch)
Success up in my head like "Win"
I can't lose again (Juuuu bitch)
Mixing up these tracks with a pen
I'm just maneuvering
Bet you'd sell your soul for a bag
We'll make it over fast
I was stuck in hell 'round rocks
Never took boulder class
Holding all this weight on my shoulders
That's why they going bad
But never throw the flag
Bitch, the struggle, we was over that (over that)
Once you burn the bridge, then it's over
Can't rewind it back (can't rewind it back)
Your timing weak
Your time I lap
I geek her up, don't write her back (I don't write her back)
Back up on my shit like I had to get my writer back (had to get my writer back)
Pocketing this fire, no you cannot get your lighter back (cannot get your lighter back)
Got no time for drama
Concentrated on this centerfold (on that centerfold)
Can't feed everybody
Now you look like where your dinner go? (where your dinner go)
I was born a sinner but my momma raised a winner (with a winning soul)
So kill em, make em feel it slow
They say it's dope, but peeling soap
Oh
What's the word (what's the word nigga)
We was only good on the first and the third (we on all that good)
So once I got some money you just knew I was gon' splurge, shit (I'ma splurge nigga)
Ain't with that bullshit
We put it to the curb (to the curb nigga)
Haunted By You
Artist(s): Andrew Jordan
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Writer(s):
Andrew David Jordan (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Blurry, Calm, Chill, Dark, Disappointment, Disillusioned, Doubt, Dramatic, Dreamy, Emotional Pain, Empowered, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Hurt, Introspective, Late Night, Leaving the Past, Letting Go, Longing, Loss, Melancholy, Mellow, Nighttime, Powerful, Regret, Remembering, Remorse, Smooth, Tragedy Aftermath, Tranquii, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Organ, SFX, Strings, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
100
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Final Hours
Artist(s): Andrew Jordan
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Writer(s):
Andrew David Jordan (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Blurry, Broken, Calm, Chill, Dark, Defeated, Depressed, Disappointment, Disillusioned, Doubt, Dramatic, Dreamy, Echoes, Emotional Pain, Emptiness, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Hurt, Hypnotic, Introspective, Isolation, Late Night, Loneliness, Longing, Lost, Melancholy, Mellow, Nighttime, Powerful, Smooth, Tranquii, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
100
Key:
F♯m
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Damaged And Doubting
Artist(s): Andrew Jordan
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Writer(s):
Andrew David Jordan (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Electro Pop, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Blurry, Broken, Calm, Chill, Dark, Depressed, Disappointment, Disillusioned, Doubt, Dramatic, Dreamy, Emotional Pain, Emptiness, Ethereal, Floating, Hazy, Hurt, Hypnotic, Introspective, Isolation, Late Night, Loneliness, Longing, Lost, Melancholy, Mellow, Nighttime, Smooth, Soaring, Vibey, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, Drums, Percussion, Piano, Strings
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2021
BPM:
116
Key:
Am
Tempo:
Slow/Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
We Won't Be Denied
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:
Adrenaline, Battle, Bold, Boss, Competition, Confident, Cool, Determination, Epic, Fighting, Hard Working, Hazy, Inspiration, Motivation, Never Give Up, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Perseverance, Persistence, Pounding, Powerful, Rising Above, Smoke, Smokey, Sports, Strength, Swagger, Together, Tough, United
Instruments:
808 Bass, Brass, Drums, Piano, Synth, Theremin, Tubular Bells
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
129
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
We Won't Be Denied
WE WON'T BE DENIED
CHORUS
No matter who's on the other side
We will not divide
On a roll can't break our stride
We won't be denied
None succeed but many have tried
Married to the game made it my bride
Whatever it takes know I'm gon' rid
And I won't stop 'til I'm satisfied/
VERSE 1
We pull up and we let 'em have it
They talking smoke but we don't want the static
Opportunity bet I grab it
Ain't gotta think it's automatic
We flipped the script it's acrobatic
We running thangs so diplomatic
Count it up it's mathematics
My life a movie too cinematic
Winning streak, nowhere near a peak
Quiet when I speak don't wanna hear a peep
We want it all, now we in too deep
We paid our dues and the price was steep
Is your heart still tough when times get rough?
Would you lay it all down? Do you want it bad enough?
When the pressure build up the pipes filled up
When it's all going bad would you give up?
We got it bad and there ain't no cure
You confident but we ain't so sure
Even when intentions pure
Still fall prey to the devil's lure
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Can't break us apart break us apart
Break us apart, break us apart, no
So don't get me started
Get me started, get me started, whoa
You don't wanna test your vest with us
This is big boy talk eat your vegetables
See me I get it jumping on the regular
Phone stay ringing jumping off the cellular (ah)
Wanna know how I do it
But they don't know who I am
When I'm down to my last
How I come back again
They can't believe their own eyes
Rather believe their own lies
I chose to improvise
New low my old highs
I'm headed for it that's no lies
Headfirst like nose dives
Reasons why they do despise
Couldn't tell ya' won't even try
CHORUS (2X)
Flooded
Artist(s): J.Cash The King
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Writer(s):
Johnathan Cash (ASCAP) 50% / Norbert Krecsko (SOCAN) 50%
Publisher(s):
Burnt Toast Music (ASCAP) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap, Trap
Keywords:
Against the Odds, Aggressive, Attitude, Back Story, Badass, Ballers, Ballin', Boss, City, Club, Cocky, Confidence, Cool, Empowerment, Energetic, Energized, Family Appreciation, Hood, Hustle, Money, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Obstacles, Overcoming Struggle, Powerful, Rich, Streets, Strutting, Success, Swagga, Swagger, Tough, Triumphant, Winning
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
79
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Flooded
FLOODED (CLEAN)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the h**s love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the s**t I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new n****z they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple n****z quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it
Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill s**t at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
_______________________________________________
FLOODED (EXPLICIT)
CHORUS (2X)
All my diamonds, flooded
All my chains, flooded
Out here getting Money
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
All the hoes love it
Keep the bag comin'
Pockets full of money
VERSE 1
You with the shit I got the wave
Money be long it's in a safe
These new niggaz they in the way
All in my business I feel a way
Want more money a mil a day
You don't want beef that's Chick-fil-a
I keep a tool on the waist
Don't mess with me when I'm the space
I need it all (I need it all)
I want it all
I'm tryna ball
If I make a call (If I make a call)
Then it get gone
When it get gone
What you was talking was all lies
I stay connected like mob ties
My money matter like all lives
Black people love me at all times
You could never take my spot I worked too hard for this
Prayed every night I talked to God for this
Know a couple niggaz quit they job for this
Drip keep me froze on my arm n wrist
I am the man, a master mind
I get it done, action time
I get upset, blast the 9
Without jewelry still shine
Look, we gone get it poppin bruh whenever we on
Just have that bag ready if you calling my phone
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Cash is the King and I'm Flooded forever
You know I'm clever
Back in the jungle I'm Lion
Picked Number 1 like Zion
When it's all said n done icon
My flow hot like cayenne
I need a Grammy do this for family
Back when no food was up in the pantry
Me and my granny would pull up in Camry
I was so antsy to grow up
Now I'm grown up, got it sewn up
Til I've blown up No C4
Yeah I'm Fly no G4 I'm on a flight
Reachin new heights
Never graduated college
I did a remix with knowledge
I don't talk about it I'm bout it
Catch a body shout out Cleo I'm CEO
Remember I was pushing that geo
Kick flows torpedoes cashing out casinos
You already know I'm the greatest don't debate it face it Diamonds all black they racist I cannot change shit
Happy I made it know they gone hate it
This what I do on a song I'm in my zone
I cannot do no wrong but don't get me wrong
I got the right u could not fathom
I kill shit at random rap with a passion
You already know I'm back n I'm blasting fantastic
This what happens when give the last shot to an assassin
Empty Roads
Artist(s): Paul Croteau
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Writer(s):
Paul Henry Croteau (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Hip Hop, Instrumental, Trap
Keywords:
Blurry, Contemplative, Cool, Dark, Disappointment, Drama, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Gritty, Hazy, Heavy, Hurt, Introspective, Mysterious, Mystery, Quirky, Sad, Serious, Smokey, Strange, Streets, Struggle, Swagger, Trippy, Washy
Instruments:
808 Bass, 808 Drums, Synth
Track Styles:
Production
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
150
Key:
Em
Tempo:
Mid-Downtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
I Won't
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Alternative Pop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Instrumental
Keywords:
Breakup, Cheating, Chill, City, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowered, Floating, Heavy Bass, Late Night, Leaving the Past, Letting Go, Lies, Moving Forward, Moving On, Night Club, Overcoming Struggle, Relationship Problems, Relationship ending, Smokey, Spacey, Streets, Strength, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Electric Guitar, Keyboard, Piano, Synth
Year Recorded:
2020
BPM:
140
Key:
Bm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
I Won't
I WON'T
CHORUS
You hate the way I'm alright
Said I'm ok, I won't fight you
(No more, no more)
Or waste time to
(Open the door)
VERSE 1
At the midnight hour,
To come welcome your showers of
"I'm sorry" and "I miss you"
"Wasn't my intention to hurt you"
But you did now baby
So go ahead and call me crazy
But I'm over, second chances
Yeah I'm over dancing this dance with you
PRE - CHORUS
It's not fun anymore
Pull me round on the floor
Always step on my toes
And heaven only knows
Why I put up with it for so long
Why do you love me now that I'm gone
Beg at my knees for another shot
Think that I'm gonna give in, I'm not ya
CHORUS (2X)
VERSE 2
Said, I won't move
For you to do it again
My head in a constant spin
From believing the words that come out of your mouth
And realizing after you let me down
You meant none of it
You only wanted it
To seem like you knew the steps
But I'm always one to pick up the mess
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
BRIDGE
I'll open the door
I'm over, I'm gone
Won't see me in the morn
Said I'm ok, I'm done
Said I'm ok, I'm done
CHORUS (2X)
Isn't Free
Artist(s): Jon Doe Wonder (feat. Kris)
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Writer(s):
Jonathan Lee Ferguson (BMI) 100%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 100%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Alternative, Alternative Hip Hop, Female Vocal, Hip Hop, Indie Alternative, Instrumental, Urban Pop
Keywords:
Achievement, Against the Odds, Atmospheric, Chill, Confident, Cool, Dark, Dreamy, Edgy, Emotional Pain, Empowerment, Ethereal, Floating, Hard Working, Hazy, Heavy Bass, Looking Forward, Mellow, Overcoming Adversity, Overcoming Struggle, Smokey, Smooth, Spacey, Standing Out, Streets, Strength, Success, Swagger, Tough Life, Vibey
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Keyboard, Piano, Strings, Synth
Year Recorded:
2019
BPM:
90
Key:
Gm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
Isn't Free
ISN'T FREE
VERSE 1
Still tryna climb up this mountain
But I've been a here a while
Feels like I'm stuck in the same place
But I gotta remind...
Myself it'll always be hard,
Just like my mama said
And everyone's tryna distract me
And get in my head
PRE-CHORUS
Oh God, they'll see (they'll see, they'll see)
Eventually (eventually)
I'm going everywhere, everywhere they could never dream
I know what they say is true, standing up on the top isn't free
Isn't Free, no
No isn't free
Yeah yeah
VERSE 2
This entire time I've just been told
That I'm not enough
I thought about all weaknesses, about giving up, but
That's what everyone does, and no I'm not everyone
So I gotta move forward and prove that I've been the one
PRE-CHORUS
CHORUS (2X)
Now I'm reaping what I sowed
Now I'm further up the road
Everybody's far behind
It's just me and my state of mind
VERSE 3
All the hours that I lost sleep
Staying up all night
All the stones cast upon me
The continuous fight
All the times that I fell and didn't wanna get up,
Well everything's for a reason, now I'm standing on top
Standing on top, no
Isn't free
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