棘と毒
Chiled rap, rap, trap, Afrobeat, Ambient, [Tempo: 80-95 BPM] [accoustic guitar, clean guitar, bass, drums, afro, percussions] [Mood: clearly, happy, warm] Intro: F#m A6 F#m6 Dmaj7 [Rap Verse] F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 [Chorus] C#m | G#m | A6 | B C#m | G#m | A6 | B F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 [Verse 3: ] F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7
棘と毒
Chiled rap, rap, trap, Afrobeat, Ambient, [Tempo: 80-95 BPM] [accoustic guitar, clean guitar, bass, drums, afro, percussions] [Mood: clearly, happy, warm] Intro: F#m A6 F#m6 Dmaj7 [Rap Verse] F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 [Chorus] C#m | G#m | A6 | B C#m | G#m | A6 | B F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 [Verse 3: ] F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m | Dmaj7 F#m | A6 | F#m6 | Dmaj7 F#m | F#m/B | F#m6 | Dmaj7
Lyrics
🎶 Produced by TOOone
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🎹 Structure & Chord Plan: TOOone with Cubase 15
🎧 Genre Styling: [rap, trap]✖️ [ Afrobeat] ✖️ [ Ambient]
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🎨 Cover Art Plan: TOOone
🖌️ Illustration: LeonardoAI
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🎬 Music Video:
・ movie: LeonardoAI
・Editing: Filmora 14
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休むことのないニュースのミクスチュア
大半はリビドーとピーピング
欲望を燃料に回る構造
興奮と快楽 常設のエントランス
（ほんとに そう思ってる？）
[rap: male voice]
2018年までは
コンビニの本棚の端っこに
寄せ集められてた
安っぽいデザイア
ピーピングと暴力
妬み のぞき 嗅ぎ回る視線
罠みたいに絡まる
バイアス編みのネット
（それをリアルと呼んだ）
世界はつまり 棘と毒
三流タブロイドを片手に
金を払って入る公衆トイレ
壁に残る 棘と毒の落書き
（結論 まさか それ？）
あなたが見てる棘と毒の落書
そこには あなたも映り込んでる
欲と価値の正体を嗅ぎ分けた
鼻の利くメンサなエスタブリッシュメントが
すくい上げて 見世物に仕立てたの
気づいた
ふりが
一番
安全
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A nonstop mash-up of news.
Most of it runs on libido and peeping.
A system fueled by desire,
with excitement and pleasure as a permanent entrance.
(Do you really think that’s true?)
Up until 2018,
it all got shoved into a corner
of the convenience store bookshelf.
Cheap desire,
peeping and violence,
envy, snooping, eyes sniffing around.
A bias-woven net,
tangled up like a trap.
(And we called that “reality.”)
So basically, the world is thorns and poison.
A third-rate tabloid in your hand,
paying to get into a public restroom.
On the walls, leftover graffiti—
thorns and poison.
(Wait, that’s your conclusion?)
The thorns and poison graffiti you’re staring at—
you’re reflected in it too.
The sharp-nosed establishment,
good at sniffing out desire and value,
scooped it all up
and turned it into a sideshow.
You noticed—
or pretended to.
That’s
the safest move.