Solo piano version. Neoclassical. Cyclical, repetitive & nostalgic. Solo piano version. Neoclassical. Cyclical, repetitive & nostalgic. Suggested for corporate & historical documentaries.
Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Proud, challenging, rhythmic, & Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Proud, challenging, rhythmic, & relentless. Break with melodramatic strings @ 0'49. Exhilarating climax @ 1'29. Lyrics about inner awakening, uncomfortable truths & the drive to succeed. Rapper, string section, brass, cinematic percussion & beat. Suggested for trailer action movie, competition, sport challenge, self improvement & sport ad trailer.歌词
It’s time,
wake up, Stand up, Man up, Wake up,
Never out of gas, always near the fire, sticking to the task, make it out alive, You sit behind a desk,
I’m out here on the line,
Ain’t really what you claim,
ain’t ready to die
See it right, In the middle of your eye, You a scared lil child,
what you doing outside,
When the sun comes down,
When the wolves comes out, When the rules don’t count, U Get lost not found,
Got an appetite, for destroying my competition,
I can’t count amount of times, I done dreamed about em all millions, Woke the beast alive, disturbing my equilibrium,
I’m cut just like a diamond, ima show them who I really am,
You don’t know this side of me,
Ima pull this right out of me,
Cannot lay low, for the sound of money, Wake up to the bells, and the sound of glory,
You don’t know this side of me,
Ima pull this right out of me,
Cannot lay low, for the sound of money, Wake up to the bells, and the sound of glory,
I got some lullabies, inside of my mind,
I was fast asleep,
Till you came around,
Had to mention me,
What I was about,
What I’ll never be,
That was music to my soul,
Heard it was an eye trading for an eye, And You are not like me,
Don’t know the price of this life,
ima make em pay,
for they petty lies,
They woke up the truth, better Be ready to die,
I got some lullabies, inside of my mind,
I was fast asleep,
Till you came around,
Had to mention me,
What I was about,
What I’ll never be,
That was music to my soul,
Heard it was an eye trading for an eye, And You are not like me,
Don’t know the price of this life,
ima make em pay,
for they petty lies,
They woke up the truth, better Be ready to die,
I’ll make em put respect on my name, Came out of the hottest of flames.
Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Intro builds up slowly with strings and Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Intro builds up slowly with strings and riser. Combative, stubborn, brutal, and relentless. Epic, powerful, and imposing climax at 1:53 with lyrical choir and cinematic orchestra. Lyrics about ascension, total mastery of the game, and pride in staying at the top. Rapper, string section, brass, cinematic percussion, and beat. Suggested for epic sport event, sport challenge, action movie trailer, self-improvement, fighting spirit & sport trailer.歌词
I’m at the top I’m at the top
Sad songs let the violin play
Get a glimpse you’re astonished amazed Run the game like I’m plotting to race They gon settle for garbage and fame I’m the last one standing now I remain Part of the game
I’m at the top
Run the game like I’m plotting to race Entertained by the life in the mase
I want it who got it i never been phased
Its the journey i wandered for days Perfection is needed i got to attain
What's a drop when it's part of the game Whats the drought when its part of the game They gon settle for garbage and fame
My greatest competition is there in the mirror My belief in the vision is clear
Take notice I'm ahead of my peers
Don't believe me than just open your ears Take a leap of faith, humble your fears That’s the drive that I hold on my gears There ain't no stopping me
I’m at the top
I’m at the top
Loud as you can, they hears us Loud as you can
I’m at the top
Live from the mountain cheering, I cannot hear you
I’m at the top
Heavy the heart
Keep your integrity
This ain't a start
Just keep on watching me You play your part
Then we made it we paid for the cause
Heavy the heart
Keep your integrity
This ain't a start
Just keep on watching me You play your part
Then we made it we paid for the cause Yeah we made it we paid for the cause Yeah we made it we paid for the cause Yeah we made it we paid for the cause
I’m at the top
Loud as you can, they hears us Loud as you can
I’m at the top
Live from the mountain cheering I cannot hear you
I’m at the top
Loud as you can, they hears us Loud as you can
I’m at the top
Live from the mountain cheering I cannot hear you
I’m at the top
The top, the top, top
I’m at the top
The top, the top, top
I’m at the top
I’m at the top
Loud as you can, they hears us Loud as you can
I’m at the top
Moving, dark, cinematic. Flurry of strings curls up with fast moving Moving, dark, cinematic. Flurry of strings curls up with fast moving notes into cold atmosphere. Sweeping strings lift them up with a striving energy. An emotional cathartic situation, tinged with tragedy. Spinning string gives a sense of hypnotic emotion, someone spinning and spinning in a tragic situation, a feeling of overwhelming emotion.
Moving, dark, cinematic. Flurry of strings curls up with fast moving Moving, dark, cinematic. Flurry of strings curls up with fast moving notes into cold atmosphere. Sweeping strings lift them up with a striving energy. An emotional cathartic situation, tinged with tragedy. Spinning string gives a sense of hypnotic emotion, someone spinning and spinning in a tragic situation, a feeling of overwhelming emotion.
Desolate, nasty, dark. Bubbling electronic sounds welcome in a Desolate, nasty, dark. Bubbling electronic sounds welcome in a jangling overdriven guitar which then explodes into gritty riff supported by explosive drums. A huge spiky vehicle or fiery monster emerging with a feeling of power and terror. Awful atmosphere turns dramatic @ 0'53 as break in drumming leads to nervy sequence, with high-pitched notes. Instrumentation is unleashed again @ 1'35.
Desolate, nasty, dark. Bubbling electronic sounds welcome in a Desolate, nasty, dark. Bubbling electronic sounds welcome in a jangling overdriven guitar which then explodes into gritty riff supported by explosive drums. A huge spiky vehicle or fiery monster emerging with a feeling of power and terror. Awful atmosphere turns dramatic @ 0'53 as break in drumming leads to nervy sequence, with high-pitched notes. Instrumentation is unleashed again at 01:35. Stripped back underscore version.
Electro trailer. Intro with sounds like the click of a gun & ticking Electro trailer. Intro with sounds like the click of a gun & ticking fx. Relentless build-up @ 1'03. Break @ 1'26 with panoramic synths. Dramatic climax @ 1'48 with trailer fx. Suggested for sports drama, cyber action, modern warfare & futuristic video games.
Searching, explorative, impassioned. Choral voices and phased pads Searching, explorative, impassioned. Choral voices and phased pads conjure an atmosphere of hope and uncertainty. A desperate situation where heroes are made and the fate of the world hangs in the balance. Riser cut down @ 0'33 with sci-fi boom. War drums convey an energy, pouring through futuristic synth sequences. Heroes looking out upon a new world. Cinematic show of power and strength.
Searching, explorative, impassioned. Choral voices and phased pads Searching, explorative, impassioned. Choral voices and phased pads conjure a quiet atmosphere of hope and uncertainty. A desperate situation where heroes are made and the fate of the world hangs in the balance.Heroes looking out upon a new world. Cinematic show of power and strength. Stripped back underscore version.
Nu metal. Energetic, determined, and proud. Song in Chinese about Nu metal. Energetic, determined, and proud. Song in Chinese about personal destiny: “I was born on the streets, a pure bastard, from birth.” Rock band and singer.歌词
English:
Listen up —
Just ’cause no one raised me
Doesn’t mean my world ain’t clear to me
I never cared for pride or pain
Or what the hell “safety” is supposed to mean
Grew up with no direction —
Hands off the wheel, no one steered me right
I was born on the streets —
A born bastard ready to fight
Bastard.
Glory? Gotta trade your life
Try preaching to me — you won’t survive
Sunrise means sleep
Sundown is the grind
One girl can tear this world apart
Sweat for survival — hustle is an art
Someone starts a mess?
We bring war, no regret
They say my heart is too dark, too cold
I was born on the streets — never sold
Fake and weak — I can’t stand it
Flex and fame — I can’t stand it
Now we got our own lane
No whining, no drama — we still bring pain
Still chasing dreams, fire in the brain
But so many things I can’t explain
Why styles die so fast?
Why you call my truth “too weird” to last?
Why fake stars get rich overnight
But my kindness always turns to fights?
Is love still real? Are dreams still alive?
Is faith still burning? Can we still survive?
Wishing I’d never cry
No ties, no lies
Wake up in a place I don’t recognize
My brothers are drunk — now it’s my time to speak
Big bro says, “I got honey and money, we don’t fear a thing”
We don’t fear a thing.
We don’t fear a thing.
If you scared — call me daddy and let the bad thoughts sink
Let go, don’t fight
Some things ain't worth the strife
We grew up here — and that’s why we’re tough inside
Born on the streets
Real minds, no mask
Born on the streets
Ain’t afraid of the past
Listen up —
Just ’cause no one raised me
Doesn’t mean I don’t see the world clearly
Strength, pride, safety — never meant shit to me
Français:
Écoute bien
Le fait que personne ne m’ait jamais encadré ne définit pas ma vision du monde
Peu m’importe qu’on parle de force, d’orgueil ou de sentiment de sécurité
J’ai laissé ma route à ceux qui ne savaient même pas où aller
Je suis né dans la rue — un enfoiré pur jus, dès la naissance
Un enfoiré
La gloire, ça s’achète avec la vie
Essaie de me faire la morale et t’es foutu tôt ou tard
Je me couche au lever du soleil, et c’est là que tout commence
À cause d’une femme, tout peut partir en vrille
Chaque jour, je sue sang et eau pour survivre
Tu veux foutre le bordel ? Ce sera la guerre mondiale
On dit que mon cœur est trop sale, trop mauvais, trop sombre
Mais je suis né dans la rue, et je trahirai jamais
L’hypocrisie et la faiblesse
Je peux pas les supporter
La frime et les faux-semblants
Je peux pas les encaisser
Aujourd’hui, on a créé notre propre camp
Pas besoin de gémir pour vous mettre à terre
Je n’abandonne pas, j’ai encore des rêves pour demain
Mais y a encore trop de choses que je pige pas
Pourquoi les styles musicaux passent de mode si vite ?
Pourquoi tu trouves toujours mes idées bizarres ?
Pourquoi les stars gagnent du fric à la vitesse de la lumière ?
Pourquoi mes bonnes intentions finissent toujours en blessure ?
Mes idéaux, ma passion
Est-ce qu’ils existent encore ?
Ma persévérance, ma foi
Est-ce qu’ils tiennent toujours debout ?
Combien j’aimerais que mes larmes ne tombent plus
Rien à perdre, personne à retenir
Et quand je me réveille, je sais même plus où je suis
Les potes ont picolé, c’est à moi de prendre le micro
Et il m’a dit : "j’ai le fric et les meufs, mec"
"J’ai peur de rien, fais ce que tu veux"
Rien me fait peur
Rien du tout
Si t’as la trouille, appelle-moi papa
Laisse tomber tous tes soucis
Y a des choses, faut juste pas s’acharner
Ceux qui ont grandi ici ont le cœur blindé
Né dans la rue
Pensées brutes et vraies
Né dans la rue
Et rien ne me fait peur
Écoute bien
Le fait que personne ne m’ait jamais encadré ne définit pas ma vision du monde
Peu m’importe qu’on parle de force, d’orgueil ou de sentiment de sécurité
Classic movie score. Between morbid delight & mesmerising anxiety. Classic movie score. Between morbid delight & mesmerising anxiety. Mysterious intro with strings softly building up with intriguing woodwinds & heavy slow percussion. Suggested for Hollywood golden age, 1950-60s supernatural fantasy & magical drama.
Bittersweet, punctuated & inexorable. In a neo-baroque spirit & with Bittersweet, punctuated & inexorable. In a neo-baroque spirit & with a spanish touch. Piano & string quartet. Suggested for political scandal & mockumentary.
