[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 - Popu Lady
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[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
作曲 : Acklins Dillon, Walter Reed
Am
You know this beat is crazy, right
DBmDmF
This the beat right here, yo
CAmBmAm
They gonna love this when they hear this, g
D
A lot of these rappers are indecisive
GDmF
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest
CmAAm
But, anyway, get rich, get brain
DmGmDmGmFm
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
FFmCmG
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
EAmCFA
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
BmGDC#Dm
Silly rappers, when will you learn
FFmG#Bm
You play with fire and you will get burned
G#DA
'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
F#D#mBBmDmAmA
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
EA#CmA#EFm
Weak rhymes, same topics
EAFDm
This one's for the streets, for the projects
GF#F#mFAmC#m
For my g's with the niggas in the apartments
C#GBmA#F
For my dogs in the law hit with charges
FmGmAmFD#DB
**** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
EG#FG#
For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less
CCmCAm
Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless
DmD
I got that thing, bust off, lead objects
DmFFm
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
CG#G#mAAm
Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
AAmDmDDm
And you fake, that's why you **** with his tape
FmEm
I'll take that thing and just bust in your face
EG#mG#F#mAm
You're not real, same flow, no style
DGG#C
I pop steel, lames, no know who go down
FmFFmC
And I don't give a ****, who run the city or not
CmBAmF
'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
DBmCmAFm
And I love those bitches, but I don't love ya'll
CEmE
Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll
BmEBmG#m
And I get physical, visual, very artistical
GGmG#mEBmG
Givin' party people something, funky to listen to
AmEBDA
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed
A#DA#mG#D#m
Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist
A#GDmF#mFA#
Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest
AmCmD#m
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
FmFC#
They knew since their kind is all stupid
G#CmGC#
Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish
FmGC#mC#CmGmEF#AmFA#mG#DmA#CmAmDmA#mG#AmF#mGDmF
And I stand to prove it this time, come on
G#EmAm
'cause it's new year, best to come correct
DDm
I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet
FFmDmEmG#m
I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet
G#F#mAmDmG
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
ADmFmFFm
Get on the floor and do the damn thing
CG#m
I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic
Am
The nicest is here, the rest of those cats
BmCmDmF
They was last year, well do something...
FmE
I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
EmEBEm
The cursin', that's weak, do something
G#G#mC#mAm
Different, for instance, the Priest is brief
DED
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin
F#D#
Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in
GCmC#mADm
My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow
GmEC#GmECG#
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
DC#mDmC#
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
C#mAmDGG#mC#Dm
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
AmCmCGEAm
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
AEFmC
Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war
EDmBmCAmC#
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
C#mGDAA#mA#A
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
A#mDAm
Enemies please don't sit with me
DDm
I sit with these and cats with keys
FAmFmEAmAAmDDmA#EmBmEmAmAAmG#DmCmGG#FmCmFmCmCCmEmAmDBmGBmFmA#CEmEEmAmDmCmFmFFmCCmG#mAmDmG#mDFAmEEmEAmDBmA#DmFAmEmBEAmAAmDBmDmFFmCAmCAm
Cash and V's, black fatigues, smack M.C.'s, it's over!
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曲解析
《Do The Damn Thing》調性為 A 小調、速度約每分鐘 129 拍、整體情緒激昂。主要和弦為 Am、Dm、F、D。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
歌曲以強烈語氣呼籲突破框架，展現對自我實力的絕對自信與對質疑者的挑戰。
主題
自我肯定、對抗批評、追求真實性與藝術自主權。
情緒
自信驕傲中帶有攻擊性，混合激昂與不屈的鬥志。
意象與手法
1. 火與燒燬：「Play with fire and you will get burned」隱喻冒險與代價，強調現實的殘酷。
2. 街道符號：「Streets, projects, apartments
魔鏡站長解析
站長私房短評：打動人的地方、適合什麼時刻聽（產生後永久保存）。
歌曲冷知識
AI 依歌詞整理 3-4 點有趣觀察（產生後永久保存）。