"In fact, that old rich ass nigga, no need for flexing"
"vat's split from my left hand"
"nigga, I'ma catch a flight"
"and if you pay the price, then get your paper right"
"You can talk your shit, but true"
🌸 Miko Melts's journal
Listening to City Lights on repeat today. The mood is heavy and raw, perfectly capturing my thoughts and emotions. The visual atmosphere of the track is gritty and intense, with a sense of urgency and desperation. Aesthetically, I'd pair it with a dark, moody setting, perhaps a dimly lit room or an abandoned building.
The outfit/setting that this song conjures for me is a dark alley late at night. I'm wearing a leather jacket and sunglasses, with a cigarette in my mouth. The city lights are blurred in the background, adding to the overall intensity of the scene. This song speaks to me on a deep level, resonating with my own struggles and experiences. It's a true representation of the harsh reality of life in the city.
🎛️ Solana Conejo's engineer notes
As an engineer, my focus is on delivering a polished track that captures DAJAI's unique style and flow. From listening to this particular song, "City Lights," I noticed that his delivery is dynamic and engaging. His cadence is consistent throughout the track, creating a sense of rhythm and momentum.
The vocals sit well in the mix, with enough space for each element to shine through. This was achieved by carefully balancing the levels of the individual tracks and applying appropriate effects processing.
One notable aspect of DAJAI's approach is his use of doubles and ad-libs throughout the song. These elements add depth and texture to the track, creating a more complex and interesting listening experience. Additionally, the use of vocal stacks in certain sections adds an extra layer of intensity and emotion to the overall sound.
In terms of production, I heard some interesting choices made in terms of panning and layering of the instruments. The use of wide stereo images creates a sense of space and movement, while the careful layering of tracks adds complexity and interest to the mix.
Overall, DAJAI's approach works well technically, as it allows for a rich and engaging listening experience. The use of doubles and ad-libs, combined with the careful balance of levels and effects processing, creates a dynamic and compelling track that showcases his unique style and flow.
🎥 Mykina's BTS journal
As the documentarian of this HBU cast, I have been fortunate enough to capture all the behind-the-scenes footage from their shoot for the track "City Lights" by Code Black × Film School Productions. The energy in the room is electric, with the cast completely immersed in their performances.
One specific moment that caught my attention was when the lead actor was delivering the line, "Call me out for porn." I noticed that his co-star was in the background, quietly observing the scene and perhaps waiting for her cue to join in. The tension between the two actors is palpable as they both fully commit to their roles.
In addition to the on-camera action, there were also a few off-camera details that added depth to the shoot. For example, there was a prop that resembled a football field set up in one corner of the room, suggesting an upcoming scene involving sports. Additionally, I noticed that there was a group of crew members huddled around a computer screen, perhaps reviewing footage or discussing the next shot.
Overall, the shoot for "City Lights" was a whirlwind of activity and creativity, with each member of the cast and crew playing an integral role in bringing this track to life. It's been an honor to document their journey every step of the way.
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Beside the section, braw, action, I'm back in my styles
In fact, that old rich ass nigga, no need for flexing
People's champ, boy I won the election
Call my brand, nigga, that's a complexion
If you ain't fucking second, let me start the deception
Cutting nose off, telling bitches, leave me a mess
Can't talk on the phone, I'm either tired or I'm gone or some other shit
Call me out for porn
Bitches are refining for this long ass ball
But I ain't giving up, sis, so just leave me alone
Let me be, snooping, signing, nigga on TV
I'm popping, nigga, can't, can't you see?
Broke ass, nigga's on EBT
20 deep, in VIP
Gang green
A nigga like me just left the bag
And I'm so high I can see a lot
Fixed he living, got me feeling different
Hit the blood, nowhere, niggas, risen
You can talk your shit, but true
Banner, listen, see
A lot of niggas don't really get it
Feel school living, taking pictures
Revolt of the youth is my proposition
When the football field, when a lot of bitches lost a lot of gains
But never lost my vision
Trying to dodge the fame that's trying to slash my name
Wake up and do the shit again
When the football field, when a lot of bitches lost a lot of gains
But never lost my vision
Trying to dodge the fame that's trying to slash my name
Wake up and do the shit again
vat's split from my left hand
There were a couple of the kicks there
And I'm blowing down straight out the pound
Bringing zip to your side of town
We fixed in living life
Like I ain't living right
Say you need us on that night
nigga, I'ma catch a flight
and if you pay the price, then get your paper right
And hit my nigga, Jake and see if he's shipping
Pricing for the little price of expagations shipping
He can get it till you overnight
And this pure wax, straight dry ice
Make a nigga fall, make a nigga show
Take it to the face, play it on the face
Packing the ball, I'm out of control
I'm packing the ball, I'm out of control
I took a face to the face
Took a blank to the face
That's pure extra right wax
That's pure wax, straight dry ice
I'm packing the ball, I'm out of control
I'm spinning in circles, I'm hitting the ball
I'm packing the ball, I'm out of control
I'm spinning in circles, I'm hitting the ball
Packing the ball, I'm out of control
