[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 - 關正傑
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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
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You know this beat is crazy, right
C#F#FD#m
This the beat right here, yo
FFmD#mA#FmFD#mA#
They gonna love this when they hear this, g
FmFA#FD#m
A lot of these rappers are indecisive
FCmFFmF
Ya'll comin' to this game, like ya'll the nicest
FmF
But, anyway, get rich, get brain
FmF
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
FmF
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
CmD#mA#
Get off the floor and do the damn thing
D#FA#
Silly rappers, when will you learn
FFmF
You play with fire and you will get burned
D#mFDDmA#F
'cause now, I've been low, lately, waitin' my turn
FmFA#FmFF#
Turn off my radio 'cause I'm not concerned with ya'll
FDmA#mDmF
Weak rhymes, same topics
FmFFm
This one's for the streets, for the projects
CmF
For my g's with the niggas in the apartments
FmFCmD#
For my dogs in the law hit with charges
D#mCmFF#mFA#FA#m
**** them, 'cause I love ya'll regardless
D#A#mA#GmA#F#
For my chicks in the whips dancin' bra-less
A#F#A#
Hair done, nice face, lookin' flawless
A#mFA#Gm
I got that thing, bust off, lead objects
A#A#mA#FmF
Ya'll cats are lame, no threat, it's a promise
Name your favorite rapper, well, he's fake
A#FGmA#CA#
And you fake, that's why you **** with his tape
A#mA#
I'll take that thing and just bust in your face
GmA#A#mA#C
You're not real, same flow, no style
I pop steel, lames, no know who go down
D#FFmFFm
And I don't give a ****, who run the city or not
FFmFFm
'cause the streets is real, even Biggie got Pac
FFmD#
And I love those bitches, but I don't love ya'll
CmA#Gm
Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll
D#C#F
And I get physical, visual, very artistical
FmFFmFFm
Givin' party people something, funky to listen to
FD#mD#
Hizza, hey, my rhymes is blizza, blazed
CmA#
Cross your fizza, face, down to your waist
DmGmD#mD#Cm
Raps, I do this, since the music influence the truest
D#FmF
I shoot 'em with rhymes, execute 'em with lines
FmF
They knew since their kind is all stupid
DmF
Beats we loop it then they cue it, they foolish
A#mA#FA#A#mFmA#FmCmA#mFD#CmD#mA#FA#mA#
And I stand to prove it this time, come on
GmA#A#mA#GmA#m
'cause it's new year, best to come correct
A#A#mFA#mA#
I ain't hear a style that I can't do yet
GmA#A#mGmFCF
I ain't hear a rapper, that I can't move yet
Get off the wall and do the damn thing
DmCFmA#
Get on the floor and do the damn thing
CA#
I see it, then write it, believe it, I'm psychic
DA#
The nicest is here, the rest of those cats
GmA#FFmC
They was last year, well do something...
I heard it, the beefs, the murders, the streets
The cursin', that's weak, do something
CmGmCmFm
Different, for instance, the Priest is brief
FFmF
A technique, I proves my point, with the pen and some gin
FmF
Thoughts and beats, I'm blendin' it in
D#mD#Cm
My records will spin, everybody knows the kid can flow
A#DmGmDmD#CmF
Rip a show, or lift a soul, but this time, I gets that dough
FmF
Plus I'm not, 50, or Biggie, or Diddy
FmFFmD#m
I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind
D#D#mD#A#GmD#
Chapters of rhymes, irresistible lines, metaphors is clever than yours
D#mD#A#
Sever your jaws, I'm ready for war
Like Pac in his Makaveli era, ready for ya'll, with a glock
A#mA#A#mC#FmD#D#m
And rap to spread to deadly terror, I squeeze on this whole industry
G#D#Gm
Enemies please don't sit with me
D#D#mG#C#
I sit with these and cats with keys
A#A#mA#A#mD#mD#D#mG#C#D#GmCmG#FmA#A#mA#A#mA#FCFA#mDmD#A#CGmA#A#mA#GmA#CCmCDFmFFmFFmFCFmD#CmDmGmD#CFFmFFmFFmA#D#A#DmGmD#A#FmFFmFFmFFmFD#mD#D#mDmGmA#D#FFmFFmFFmFD#CmA#GmD#C#FmFFmFFmFFmFD#A#DmA#D#CmFmFFmFFmFD#A#D#A#mCmDmGmD#mD#FmFFmFFmFCmD#CmA#GmD#mD#FFmFFmF
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 F 大調、速度約每分鐘 161 拍、整體情緒歡快。主要和弦為 F、Fm、A#、D#。（以上為 AI 音訊分析，僅供參考）
歌詞解析
一句話主旨
以強烈語氣呼籲行動力，並批判說唱圈虛偽現象，展現自我價值與決心。
主題
自我肯定、對虛偽藝人的批判、行動與突破、街頭文化意識。
情緒
憤怒、自信、堅定、攻擊性、反叛。
意象與手法
運用「牆壁」象徵束縛、「火」隱喻危險與熱血、「街道」代表真實世界，並透過重複句式「do the damn thing」強化主題。批判手法包含對「弱韌說唱」的貶低與自我優越感的建構。
重點句解讀
1. 「Silly rappers, when will you learn」
直接譏諷其他說唱歌手的無知，暗示其缺乏自我反省，強化自身對說唱本質的執著。
2. 「I'm Witty Unpredictable, lyrical masterful mind」
自我標榜才華，將自身與「50」、「Biggie」等傳奇藝人並列，凸顯對說唱藝術的自信與競爭意識。
3. 「Bust a slug for those bitches, but bust a slug at ya'll」
以「拳頭」比喻行動力，既對理想對象付出，也對敵對者展現攻擊性，體現雙重立場。
4. 「The streets is real, even Biggie got Pac」
強調街頭文化的真實性與殘酷，連傳奇人物亦難逃命運，暗示說唱圈的生存遊戲本質。
適合情境
面對競爭壓力時自我激勵、街頭文化氛圍中展現個性、或需要表達反叛與行動力的場合。
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）。