Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Powerful & emphatic intro with staccato Neoclassical hip hop trailer. Powerful & emphatic intro with staccato strings & male vocals in reverb. Heavy, powerful, stubborn & combative. Urgent break @ 0'53. Intense & victorious climax @ 1'14 with dramatic & grandiose brass & strings. Lyrics about the rise to power & determination in the face of adversity. Cinematic orchestra & cinematic percussion. Suggested for trailer, competition, challenge, self-improvement & sport ad trailer.歌词
Play my ascension Can’t fake my obsession
The game, the thrones
Let it be known
Trumpets should play my ascension
Gold plated
Might as well hate it
This ain't church service hand out, gross
You get no favors
Family proud but need more paper
At the table singing ‘Lord save us’
Just remember everything and hold data
I’m the proof baby, word to Shady still got more labour
Who ‘gon keep it real as that?
I run with a sword
Competitive for sure
Embellished desired i paid for the cause
The war’s never over it’s paid with a pause
The payment keeps changing just pray the applause
A regular heck of a king what a hand that I’m dealt just don't gamble Or play with us
More courage ‘cause the faith with us
Don't play with us
I made it clear when i paved my intentions Blood sweat and tears are my holy investments I brought a spirit to instruments
Giving them life by the increments
Cant be the same I’m more diligently
Head to the sky imma vow take a knee Sanctuary watching hard from the hills
Lay it on the field, lay it on the field
Said it, meant it, then I will
That's the hunger for the thrill
The games, the thrones The names unknown The same
They saw my ascension The way it’s shown
The days, the stones The crown
Can’t fake my obsession The games, the thrones The names unknown The same
They saw my ascension
The trumpets they play my ascension The city gon see my ascension
Play my ascension
Play my ascension
Play my ascension
Can’t fake my obsession
Play my ascension
Play my ascension
Play my ascension
Can’t fake my obsession
The games, the thrones
The names unknown
The same
They saw my ascension
The way it’s shown
The days, the stones
The crown
Can’t fake my obsession
The game
Throne
Tell ‘em to play my ascension
Sentimental with a certain ardor, inspired & poignant with an Sentimental with a certain ardor, inspired & poignant with an oriental touch. Spanish guitar duo.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Solo female vocals illustrate a passionate Bluesy, fiery, rough. Solo female vocals illustrate a passionate atmosphere, joined by large steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica. Lyrics lamenting loneliness and hard times, looking to the lord for guidance and acceptance. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Bluesy verse dives into slow heavy chorus, communicating pain but relentless hope.歌词
I 'been shaking in my boots too long.
Lookin' out babe, how these boots are made, God made them for walking, You know I couldn't help and stop when I heard, heard those people talking, The Lord went for these lonely walks, now it won't be long till the hailstorm starts, I don't wanna be here no more, what am I waiting for.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Moving right along after the storm the dawn is drawing night, My heart is breaking my legs are shaking, here comes another night, The stars will soon be shining bright, got to get my head right, It might be a long walk, you know I can't stop.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Now I've walked for miles, feeling sanctified, I was high when the skies turned blue at night, I was just a little girl and every time my hair would curl, Little boy blue he was a prince, he just walked by.
Lord, Lord, Lord don't let me down, Lord, Lord, I'm on shaky ground.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a rough and unforgiving atmosphere. Lyrics lamenting loneliness and hard times, looking to the lord for guidance and acceptance. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Bluesy verse dives into slow heavy chorus, communicating pain but relentless hope. No lead vocal version.
Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a Bluesy, fiery, rough. Steady drumbeat and sharp harmonica give a rough and unforgiving atmosphere. Country-style religious sentiment. An individual in the blaring sun, making their way through a dustbowl place, a rough rebellious figure. Instrumental version.
Medium-fast - Lively and motivational electro-tango. Bandoneon, fat Medium-fast - Lively and motivational electro-tango. Bandoneon, fat double-bass, cajon, berimbau, ukulele, piano. Driving and groovy build up. Passion on the dancelfoor in Buenos Aires.
Determined, straightforward & adventurous. Duo of cSpanish guitars & Determined, straightforward & adventurous. Duo of cSpanish guitars & light percussion. Suggested for road movies, contemporary western & tracking shot.
Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in Spanish. Amusing, energetic & festive Colombian vallenato sung in Spanish. Money's worth nothing nowadays, it seems to vanish every time. Male singer, accordion, guacharaca & Latin percussion.歌词
ES:
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
La cuento pero alcanza
Y la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
¡Claro que sí!
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Fui a comprar a la tienda
Lo de la semana
Saqué mi cartera
Y no tenía nada
Y me quedó la nevera
Vacía, ni con qué llenarla
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Saqué un billete de a cien
Pa’ comprar unas cositas
Pero cuando vine a ver
Me quedó una monedita
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Yo la cojo en la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
Ay la plata se vuelve nada
Nada se vuelve la plata
La cojo por la mañana
Hago cuenta' y no me alcanza
EN:
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
And money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Of course!
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
I went to buy at the store
Some stuff for the week
I took out my wallet
And had nothing
And the fridge was left
Empty, with nothing to fill it
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
I took out a hundred
To buy some things
I took out a hundred
To buy some things
But when I looked
I only had a little coin left
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
Oh, money becomes nothing
Nothing becomes money
I take it in the morning
I count it but it's not enough
Nautical, spirited, eerie. Sparse instrumentation gives a sense of Nautical, spirited, eerie. Sparse instrumentation gives a sense of drama and a vast landscape, with wavering strings offering images of wide open seas and rough waves. Launch into energetic folk instrumentation. Fiery guitar gives a sense of rebelliousness. Alternative version.
Nautical, spirited, eerie. Sparse instrumentation gives a sense of Nautical, spirited, eerie. Sparse instrumentation gives a sense of drama and a vast landscape, with flute FX offering images of wide open seas and rough waves. Launch into energetic folk instrumentation. Gravelly voiced male vocals sing of life on the seas, danger and unforgiving conditions. Fiery guitar gives a sense of rebelliousness.歌词
Hey hey hey Hey Hey hey hey.
Arrrrrrr Mutiny will not be tolerated, Hey hey hey Hey Hey hey hey, The sea’s a cold mistress, The ocean claims her own, Mutiny will not be tolerated, Dead men tell no tales, Save yourself, Dead men tell no tales, Fire in the hole Fire in the hole, The ocean claims her own, The sea is a cold mistress, When we take your gold, We take no prisoners, Arrrrrrr Arrrrrrr Arrrrrrr, Mutiny will not be tolerated.
☆☆ WINNER - Best Use - Sports ☆ Mark Awards US 2025 ☆☆ ☆☆ WINNER - Best Use - Sports ☆ Mark Awards US 2025 ☆☆ Rapid staccato string movement in a neo-classical spirit. Rigorous, authoritative & obstinate intro. Then noble, passionate & majestic @ 0'40. String section. Suggested for court drama, justice, heritage, legacy & historical documentary.
Captivating, fervent & passionate Latin flamenco-trap. Inspired by Captivating, fervent & passionate Latin flamenco-trap. Inspired by Spain's contemporary urban dance culture. Spanish guitar, cajon, castanets, palmas, synth, fx riser, male vocal sample, electronic percussion. Flamenco break followed by drop @ 0'54 & @ 1'30.
African-American spiritual song of the 19th century. "Go, tell it on African-American spiritual song of the 19th century. "Go, tell it on the mountain, Over the hills and everywhere, Go, tell it on the mountain,That Jesus lives again...". Introduction with gospel lead vocal & choir a cappella. Rhythm section & electric guitar @ 0'31. Instrumental tr-30.歌词
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Verse 1
While shepherds kept their watching,
Over silent flocks by night
Behold, throughout the heavens,
There shone a holy light
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Verse 2
The shepherds feared and trembled,
When low above the earth
Rang out ,angels chorus that hailed
Our saviours birth
Chorus
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born
Chorus as lib
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
Over the hills and everywhere
Go! Tell it on the mountain!
That Jesus Christ is born Go tell it! Go tell it Go tell it! On the mountain
Sophisticated, astute, fancy. Striding string melody with buffeting Sophisticated, astute, fancy. Striding string melody with buffeting pulses convey an ornate and jovial demeanour. An upper class energy, a bright sunny day at a lavish mansion house or garden. Lively violin riffs provide a sense of vitality melding with mature and sensible instrumentation.
