Wallet｜“私は商品じゃない”と叫ぶ高速ジャズラップ【歌あり / 英語ラップ / 女性ボーカル / ダーク / ジャズ / フリーBGM】 скачать в хорошем качестве

Wallet｜“私は商品じゃない”と叫ぶ高速ジャズラップ【歌あり / 英語ラップ / 女性ボーカル / ダーク / ジャズ / フリーBGM】

『Wallet』は、“私は商品じゃない”と叫ぶ高速ジャズラップ。 価値で人を測る街、IDを書き換えようとする視線、笑顔の裏にある価格表。 奪われた「証明」を取り戻す物語を、スイング感あるビートと女性の超高速フロウで描くダークアンセムです。 🎵 楽曲の特徴 ジャズを取り入れた独特なグルーヴ “価値・証明・ID”をテーマにした社会性のあるリリック 🌿 使用におすすめのシーン ダーク系・社会派映像作品 🔗 MP3無料ダウンロード & WAV高音質版はこちら (https://otakarabgm.booth.pm/items/803...) 【歌詞】 I kept my name in a fold of leather, stitched under pressure Receipts like confetti, petty debts, heavy steps, city weather A laugh in my throat, then the world turns cold with a jolt My pocket feels hollow, and my pulse starts to bolt Hand to the coat, no note, no token, no photo, no proof No pass, no class, no cash, just a mask and a ragged truth I scan every face for the trace of a phase I can place But the crowd’s a loud shroud, proud smiles with a snake in the lace I chase that gap in the map where my past used to sit A slick little flick, quick pick, wrist twist, gone in a split You can call it small, but it’s all that I haul when I stand My mother’s old line, a fine sign, ink bite on a band A number for help, a yelp I never rehearsed to confess A last little last of a self I felt safest to possess Now I’m sprinting through streets where the sweet-talk preys on the weak And each shop sign’s a lie, so I keep what I seek off my cheek No sermon, I’m learning: the world loves a person with pockets So I’m locked in a logic of profit, and all of it mocks it If I lose that fold, I’m sold to a role I never chose I’m told “be calm,” but palms get hot when the panic grows I don’t want pity, I want my digits, my papers, my proof Bring back my backbone, I’m strapped to the facts of my youth Give me my wallet back, I’m not a product for parasites You took my ID, tried to rewrite me in ultraviolet I’m not your souvenir, your trophy, your “maybe she’ll pay” I’ll take my name from your mouth, make you spit it away Give me my wallet back, hear the room shake, the ceiling bite I’m done being priced by a glance and a grin and a sleight I’m not your easy target, your pocket-lint charity act I’m the invoice you can’t dodge, I’m the clause in the contract I catch a reflection, a second deception, I look unfamiliar No card, no yardstick, no hard proof, I’m “someone similar” A clerk says “sign here,” I’m near to a fear I don’t say My signature’s jitter, the glitter of “who are you” stays I track down the backroom, black-blue mood, crooked humor A rumor in corridors: “kid with the grin, quick consumer” He’s flipping my life like a light little toy for a laugh While I’m counting my breaths, and the depth of it cuts me in half So I follow the follows: the hollow steps, echo in pavement Past jazz in a bar where the snap swing feels like a statement A burst of laughter, the aftertaste sharp in the air I barter with patience, then snap when I spot him right there He’s got my old photo, my code, my road, my whole pattern He pats that pocket like “got it,” then vanishes after I lunge and he shoves, I recover, we weave through the lane He thinks I’m a joke, but I’m focused, I’m holding the frame No more “sorry,” no more “maybe,” no more “later,” no more “please” I’m not a breeze you can squeeze, I’m a storm with receipts He tries to split, I don’t quit, every step is a verdict I write Every breath is a debt that he owes me, I’m collecting tonight Give me my wallet back, I’m not a product for parasites You took my ID, tried to rewrite me in ultraviolet I’m not your souvenir, your trophy, your “maybe she’ll pay” I’ll take my name from your mouth, make you spit it away Give me my wallet back, hear the room shake, the ceiling bite I’m done being priced by a glance and a grin and a sleight I’m not your easy target, your pocket-lint charity act I’m the invoice you can’t dodge, I’m the clause in the contract Everything tilts, different tint, my ribs ring like a bell in a vault He freezes a second, I see the default in his eyes, see the fault He’s not just a thief, he’s a symptom, a system that chews up the meek A city that labels you “valid” if value is what you can speak So I don’t just win it back, I turn the whole moment to proof I stand with my spine in alignment, I tighten the truth of my youth No halo, no hero, just me with my hands finally steady I check every card, every line, every sign, and I’m ready Give me my wallet back, I’m not a product for parasites You took my ID, tried to rewrite me in ultraviolet I’m not your souvenir, your trophy, your “maybe she’ll pay” I’ll take my name from your mouth, make you spit it away Give me my wallet back, and watch me walk out of your script You wanted a puppet on strings, but the fingers all slipped I’m not your easy target, your pocket-lint charity act I’m the invoice you can’t dodge, I’m the clause in the contract 📢 X（旧Twitter）でも最新BGM情報を発信中！ https://x.com/OtakaraBGM 💎 メンバーシップ限定の未公開BGMも展開中！    / @otakara_bgm   🔔 注意事項 クレジット表記: お任せしますが、以下のクレジットを記載していただけると嬉しいです。 音楽提供: Otakara BGM (お宝BGM) チャンネルURL:    / @otakara_bgm   商用利用可能 再配布禁止