[Intro: Killah Priest]
You know this beat is crazy, right
This the beat right here, yo
They gonna love this when they hear this, g
[Chorus: Killah Priest]
A lot of these rappers are indecisive
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest
But, anyway, get rich, get brain
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
[Killah Priest]
Silly rappers, when will you learn
You play with fire and you will get burned
'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
Weak rhymes, same topics
This one's for the streets, for the projects
For my g's with the niggas in the apartments
For my dogs in the law hit with charges
**** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less
Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless
I got that thing, bust off, lead objects
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
And you fake, that's why you **** with his tape
I'll take that thing and just bust in your face
You're not real, same flow, no style
I pop steel, lames, no know who go down
And I don't give a ****, who run the city or not
'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
And I love those bitches, but I don't love ya'll
Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll
And I get physical, visual, very artistical
Givin' party people something, funky to listen to
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed
Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist
Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
They knew since their kind is all stupid
Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish
And I stand to prove it this time, come on
[Chorus]
[Hook: Killah Priest ]
'cause it's new year, best to come correct
I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet
I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
Get on the floor and do the damn thing
[Killah Priest]
I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic
The nicest is here, the rest of those cats
They was last year, well do something...
I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
The cursin', that's weak, do something
Different, for instance, the Priest is brief
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin
Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in
My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
Enemies please don't sit with me
I sit with these and cats with keys
Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!
[Chorus]
[Hook ]
Do The Damn Thing - 周子寒
更多更詳盡歌詞在 ※ Mojim.org 魔鏡歌詞網
https://mojim.org/song/周子寒-Do-The-Damn-Thing-495265
[00:00.00]作詞 : Acklins Dillon, Walter Reed
[00:00.03]作曲 : Acklins Dillon, Walter Reed
[00:00.06][Intro: Killah Priest]
[00:00.81]You know this beat is crazy, right
[00:03.45]This the beat right here, yo
[00:06.06]They gonna love this when they hear this, g
[00:08.52][Chorus: Killah Priest]
[00:09.45]A lot of these rappers are indecisive
[00:11.79]Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest
[00:14.28]But, anyway, get rich, get brain
[00:17.43]Get off the wall and do the damn thing
[00:19.92]Get off the floor and do the damn thing
[00:22.59]Get off the floor and do the damn thing
[00:24.60][Killah Priest]
[00:25.08]Silly rappers, when will you learn
[00:27.69]You play with fire and you will get burned
[00:29.64]'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
[00:32.55]Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
[00:35.58]Weak rhymes, same topics
[00:38.28]This one's for the streets, for the projects
[00:40.62]For my g's with the niggas in the apartments
[00:43.14]For my dogs in the law hit with charges
[00:45.66]**** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
[00:48.48]For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less
[00:51.03]Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless
[00:53.46]I got that thing, bust off, lead objects
[00:55.98]Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
[00:58.71]Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
[01:00.93]And you fake, that's why you **** with his tape
[01:03.69]I'll take that thing and just bust in your face
[01:06.33]You're not real, same flow, no style
[01:08.97]I pop steel, lames, no know who go down
[01:11.25]And I don't give a ****, who run the city or not
[01:13.65]'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
[01:16.26]And I love those bitches, but I don't love ya'll
[01:18.93]Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll
[01:21.45]And I get physical, visual, very artistical
[01:24.24]Givin' party people something, funky to listen to
[01:27.33]Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed
[01:29.67]Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist
[01:32.19]Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest
[01:34.65]I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
[01:36.72]They knew since their kind is all stupid
[01:38.49]Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish
[01:40.35]And I stand to prove it this time, come on
[01:42.24][Chorus]
[01:55.58][Hook: Killah Priest ]
[01:57.51]'cause it's new year, best to come correct
[02:00.33]I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet
[02:02.73]I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet
[02:05.73]Get off the wall and do the damn thing
[02:08.40]Get on the floor and do the damn thing
[02:10.26][Killah Priest]
[02:10.65]I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic
[02:12.60]The nicest is here, the rest of those cats
[02:14.64]They was last year, well do something...
[02:17.31]I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
[02:19.32]The cursin', that's weak, do something
[02:21.03]Different, for instance, the Priest is brief
[02:22.92]A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin
[02:26.19]Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in
[02:28.05]My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow
[02:31.20]Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
[02:34.92]Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
[02:36.96]I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
[02:39.96]Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
[02:44.01]Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war
[02:45.75]Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
[02:49.14]And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
[02:52.50]Enemies please don't sit with me
[02:54.54]I sit with these and cats with keys
[02:56.70]Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!
[03:00.09][Chorus]
[03:08.85][Hook ]
移調 原調
作詞 : Acklins Dillon, Walter Reed
G#m
作曲 : Acklins Dillon, Walter Reed
C#
You know this beat is crazy, right
G#m
This the beat right here, yo
GBmBDm
They gonna love this when they hear this, g
BFmB
A lot of these rappers are indecisive
D#mDD#mD#
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest
C#mCm
But, anyway, get rich, get brain
D#A#GmG#
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
DmDC#m
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
GmDmC#m
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
D#A#BmG#m
Silly rappers, when will you learn
C#
You play with fire and you will get burned
A#C#A#GmC#
'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
C#mD#Dm
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
BmF#C#
Weak rhymes, same topics
C#mBD
This one's for the streets, for the projects
C#G
For my g's with the niggas in the apartments
EmF#mC
For my dogs in the law hit with charges
C#mC#
**** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
GBmD#
For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less
C#DmC#Cm
Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless
G#D#mCmGm
I got that thing, bust off, lead objects
CmC#mD#
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
A#mC#Cm
Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
A#mGmG
And you fake, that's why you **** with his tape
DC#mGmA#
I'll take that thing and just bust in your face
C#A#C#m
You're not real, same flow, no style
BDG#m
I pop steel, lames, no know who go down
GF#m
And I don't give a ****, who run the city or not
GC#
'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
A#
And I love those bitches, but I don't love ya'll
C#
Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll
A#mDmC#
And I get physical, visual, very artistical
EDC#B
Givin' party people something, funky to listen to
G#mEmD#D
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed
F#mB
Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist
BmB
Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest
Dm
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
D#m
They knew since their kind is all stupid
D#
Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish
G#mD#G#mG#D#C#FmCDmC#A#mFmD#C#DC#mDmC#A#C#A#
And I stand to prove it this time, come on
FmC#mD#
'cause it's new year, best to come correct
A#C#Gm
I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet
F#mF#C#ED#m
I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet
G#mD#mC#DC#m
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
GG#mG
Get on the floor and do the damn thing
C#
I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic
DmG
The nicest is here, the rest of those cats
DD#m
They was last year, well do something...
DmG
I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
The cursin', that's weak, do something
GmA#mD#
Different, for instance, the Priest is brief
C#BA#m
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin
C#BG#m
Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in
A#mCmBmGm
My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow
C#mA#DmA#m
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
G#mBBm
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
G#mD#mDC#Fm
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
C#DmGmC#D#
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
A#mC#
Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war
A#C#Dm
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
A#C#F#mBm
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
BC#D
Enemies please don't sit with me
C#
I sit with these and cats with keys
G#mEGFmCADmC#DmDD#mGmDCmC#A#mC#mFmC#C#mGC#D#D#mDGG#mC#mC#FmC#A#C#DmF#DGC#mD#mDC#G#mC#C#mC#GD#C#DmC#CmGmA#mD#C#A#mC#A#mC#A#mD#C#C#mGC#mC#A#DmA#mC#DmGG#mGC#A#C#C#mC#D#C#mA#mC#C#mC#GA#GGmGGmGC#mF#mFG#mC#F#mFFAG#F#AmG#mAmF#mGGmEmD#GG#mDC#C#mC#DmFmC#C#mC#C#mCmDmC#mC#DGG#mC#G#mGmDCmC#mC#G#mEmGF#mC#C#mDC#GmD#C#A#mC#C#mGmC#DBG#mC#DC#C#mC#C#mC#C#mD#mC#EC#m
Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!
和弦由 AI 自動分析音訊產生（自動辨識，僅供參考）。
AI 從音訊辨識的主旋律（以 C# 調為 1，數字上下點為高低八度）。為自動估計、個別音可能有誤，僅供哼唱抓調參考，非正式樂譜。彈唱請看「和弦」分頁。
跟這首歌對話
AI 依歌詞回答（免費，僅供參考）
曲解析
《Do The Damn Thing》調性為 C# 大調、速度約每分鐘 92 拍、整體情緒抒情。主要和弦為 C#、C#m、G、G#m。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈語氣批判說唱圈偽裝與虛偽，呼籲突破框架、展現真實自我。
主題
批判說唱產業的浮躁與虛假，強調真實實力與原創性的價值，並表達對競爭對手的不屑與自我肯定。
情緒
憤怒、自信、挑戰、疏離。歌詞充滿對行業現狀的不滿與對自身能力的驕傲，並帶有對虛偽者不屑的冷靜批判。
意象與手法
1. 「do the damn thing」 為重複口號，象徵突破既定規則的行動力。
2. 「bust a slug」（拳打）與 「shoot 'em with rhymes」（用詞攻擊）形成暴力與藝術的對比，凸顯說唱的攻擊性與表現力。
3. 「streets is real, even Biggie got Pac」 借經典說唱人物強調街頭文化與真實性的連結。
重點句解讀
1. 「Silly rappers, when will you learn」
原文直接批判同行的無知，暗示對方沉溺於表面而忽略內涵，反映對說唱本質的堅持。
2. 「I'm not 50, or Biggie, or Diddy」
強調自身獨特地位，不需依附傳統權威，凸顯對個人風格的自信與獨立性。
3. 「Enemies please don't sit with me」
以敵我對立語氣宣示立場，暗示對競爭者與產業既得利益者的排斥。
適合情境
面對競爭壓力時激勵自我突破、批判虛偽文化時表達立場，或需要強烈動能與自信的場合（如運動、創作、決策）。
魔鏡站長解析
魔鏡站長
聽這首歌時，總會被那股直率又強硬的節奏感給攫住。這並非那種需要細細咀嚼深情的旋律，反而更像是一份來自街頭的宣言，直白地對著那些浮誇、流於表面的嘻哈歌手喊話。歌手在字裡行間流露出的自信，甚至帶點狂傲的姿態，其實是對自身創作實力的絕對堅持。他毫不客氣地抨擊那些只會複製貼上、缺乏靈魂的音樂作品，聽起來確實痛快。
我特別喜歡這種充滿戰鬥氣息的時刻，適合在心情煩悶、或是需要給自己注入一點衝勁的時候播放。那種反覆強調要人站出來、付諸行動的節奏，像是在催促著聽眾別再原地打轉，要拿出真本事來證明自己。雖然歌詞的語氣極度強勢，但你依然能感受到創作者對於街頭文化那份純粹的熱愛與捍衛。這不只是一首關於饒舌技巧的展示，更是一種面對人生與挑戰時，那種不拖泥帶水、直接把事做好的態度。
歌曲冷知識
・歌詞中多次重複「做該做的事」的呼籲，展現出對音樂創作不拖泥帶水、即刻行動的強烈企圖心。
・透過對比虛假饒舌歌手與真實街頭生活，強調作品源於真實經驗而非跟風模仿。
・文中運用大量關於嘻哈產業的術語與態度，適合在需要激勵自我或追求突破的時刻聆聽。
・韻腳編排節奏緊湊且具有攻擊性，完美呼應了歌詞中自詡為饒舌高手的自信姿態。