Filename
ALIBI-Swaggy Like Me_Full w Lyrical Male Vox
Writer/Publisher
Jeff Dodson (BMI) 70% - Ed Pick (ASCAP) 30% / Alibots (BMI) - Alibi Generator (ASCAP)
Style
Hip Hop
Mood
Aggressive
,
Angry
,
Badass
,
Bizarre
,
Confident
,
Cool
,
Dark
,
Evil
,
Gritty
,
Intriguing
,
Menacing
,
Peculiar
,
Quirky
,
Strange
Mix
Vocal Mix, Full
Release Year
2021
BPM
160
Key
Fm
Category
Advertising, Contemporary Music, E-Sports, Gaming, Songs, Trailers / Promos
Subcategory
Action, Brand Sizzles, Confident, Cool, Electronic, Epic, Experimental, Hip Hop, Motivating, Music, Quirky, Songs
Description
Underground Rap Grime Modern Foot Stomp Hand Claps Clapping Shakers Wood Block Wood Sticks Hard Heavy Punchy Slow Distorted Ambience Ambiance Pads Badass Bizarre Evil Gritty Menacing Peculiar Strange Vox Vocal Shout Hey Lyrical Male Vox Attitude Vocalist Synth Atmosphere Bass Drums Vocals Piano Advertising Contemporary Music E-sports Gaming Songs Trailers / Promos Action Brand Sizzles Confident Cool Electronic Epic Experimental Hip Hop Motivating Quirky Songs Aggressive Angry Confident Cool Dark Intriguing Quirky Atmosphere Electronic Epic Hip Hop Industrial
Lyrics
Swaggy These jealous fellas tell stories where they embellish What they think and do is not matching with what they tell us These jealous fellas tell stories where they embellish What they think and do is not matching with what they tell us Got more soul in my pinky than they got in they whole catalog, I understand the hate, shhhh I ain't even mad at y'all I would hate me too, walking 'round looking like half a GOD Dripping head to toe on some boom bap analog And dancing all over them little tracks, like pitter pats, These are bigger smacks, your little slaps are like little taps Got bigger songs, got bigger baps, Got bigger bounce, got bigger hats Got bigger bass, got bigger bats, Got bigger booms, got bigger rooms Got bigger tunes, got bigger facts And everything I touch turns to gold, What you touch turns to mold and sounds as old as bibles What I spits so hot it burns your ears and turns you suicidal And I didn't start this but I'll finish it to end a rival If you had any sense at all, you'd be worried more about your survival We got that hot shit on lock shit ready to rock when you pop shit We can't stop it's obnoxious the way we lock shit down We got that hot shit on lock shit ready to rock when you pop shit We can't stop it's obnoxious the way we lock shit Got more soul in my pinky than they got in they whole catalog, I understand the hate, shhhh I ain't even mad at y'all I would hate me too, walking 'round looking like half a GOD Dripping head to toe on some boom bap analog And dancing all over them little tracks, like pitter pats, These are bigger smacks, your little slaps are like little taps Got bigger songs, got bigger baps, Got bigger bounce, got bigger hats Got bigger bass, got bigger bats, Got bigger booms, got bigger rooms Got bigger tunes, got bigger facts And everything I touch turns to gold, What you touch turns to mold and sounds as old as bibles What I spits so hot it burns your ears and turns you suicidal And I didn't start this but I'll finish it to end a rival If you had any sense at all, you'd be worried more about your survival I'm better than you and you know it so don't even try I could take you and your crew out in the blink of an eye And trust you don't wanna see me in a battle again Before you start something remember how this could all end With a boot on your necktie
