TKO (Black Friday Remix) de Justin Timberlake

Justin Timberlake

The 20/20 Experience - 2 of 2

30 de noviembre de 2013

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La canción "TKO (Black Friday Remix)" interpretada por Justin Timberlake nos sumerge en un profundo viaje a través de letras llenas de emoción, desilusión y confusión. La frecuente pregunta "TKO, I don't understand it" irradia un sentimiento de incredulidad y desorientación ante una situación dolorosa y sorpresiva. A medida que profundizamos en las líneas, podemos vislumbrar un relato intensamente personal y lleno de turbulencia emocional.

El primer verso nos sumerge en un torrente de sentimientos encontrados, donde se hace referencia a la traición y la falta de lealtad. Las metáforas visuales como "Heart blacker than a Harlem night" transmiten una sensación de oscuridad y decepción frente al descubrimiento de la infidelidad. La mención de elementos como el diablo usando Prada contrasta con la divinidad implícita en frases posteriores, dando lugar a una rica dualidad simbólica.

La inclusión de referencias musicales mediante citas directas a ciertas canciones refuerza el tono narrativo del desengaño y el choque emocional experimentado por el narrador. La letra expresa una mezcla explosiva de furia reprimida y desgarradora tristeza, revelando capas complejas de vulnerabilidad y autoafirmación simultáneamente.

La presencia del rapero Pusha T agrega una dimensión adicional al relato, aumentando la intensidad lírica con su estilo único e inconfundible. Su versatilidad para jugar con palabras crea un contrapunto fascinante con el tono más melódico y suave característico de Justin Timberlake, generando un collage sonoro que amplifica la gama emocional transmitida por la canción.

El contexto cultural en el que se lanzó esta potente colaboración también merece ser señalado. En 2013, las discusiones sobre lealtad, autenticidad y éxito en la industria musical estaban en pleno apogeo, lo que hace que estos temas tocados en "TKO (Black Friday Remix)" resuenen aún más fuerte en el oyente contemporáneo.

Desde un punto de vista musical, la fusión entre los géneros R&B e hip hop aporta una textura única a la pieza, combinando ritmos envolventes con letras cargadas de significado. Los productores detrás del tema han logrado crear una atmósfera sonora cautivadora que complementa a la perfección las letras profundamente emotivas.

En definitiva, "TKO (Black Friday Remix)" es mucho más que una simple canción; es un relato visceral sobre traición, ira contenida y autodescubrimiento. Justin Timberlake y Pusha T colaboran para entregarnos una experiencia musical íntima e impactante que enciende nuestros sentidos y nos invita a reflexionar sobre las complejidades del amor y las relaciones humanas.

Interpretación del significado de la letra realizada con IA.

Letra de TKO (Black Friday Remix)

I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
(And all in thrilling, new, living sound)
Dammit babe

Blood thicker than water, right?
Fuck bitches, they all alike
Stand up nigga, not the fallin' type
Heart blacker than a Harlem night
'Til I met you, they say the devil wear Prada
But I doubt it cause the Lord did bless you
Damn look at that body
Short bus shawty, cause it sure is special
Cole to the rescue, never save a ho
Hoes like to hide their behavior though
Thought you was a down ass bitch
'Til I found that shit a couple days ago
I was home alone, next thing I know
That long ass verse
from a song called "Control" was on
The room got nearer, the tomb got clearer
That's when I seen the shit playin' on your phone
Girl, what is that? A ringtone?
Shit, not you too
Man that hype done got you too
Everybody and their momma gassed
Even my momma asked what I'mma do
Decisions, decisions
In case this is war,
then I load up on all ammunition
If a nigga want problems,
my trigger's on auto
I'll make sure that nobody miss him
Now pack up your shit, you don't believe in me
I don't need you, I got me, bitch
Same nigga moved to NYC, bitch
Got a record deal and a college degree, bitch
Two gold plaques, I produced all the tracks
And I never ever ever lean on Jay Z, bitch
And after all that achievement
Real nigga never even went and got his teeth fixed
Now you try to play me, bitch?
You try to fuckin' play me?
I ought to knock your ass out

TKO
I don't understand it
Tell me how could you be so low?
Been swinging after the bell
and after all of the whistle blows
Tried to go below the belt,
through my chest, perfect hit to the dome
Dammit babe
This ain't the girl I used to know
No, not anymore, TKO

All hail Pretty Flacko, bitch, celebrate it
Had the game on lock, streets serenaded
Now you lame mothafuckas lookin' devastated
Bet you niggas wish you never hated,
that's the devil ain't it?
Fuck that shit, he rich,
fuck that shit,
he this, fuck that shit, he that
He black, he don't like
blacks, fuck that shit, he wack
Fuck that shit he raps,
fuck that shit he spits, fuck that bitch
Fuck that bitch he with,
finished talking shit? Get up off my dick
The nonsense is synonymous
with comments from the blogs about
Menages with the gossips and the bosses,
fuck surprises
I'm monogamous and not to mention, in my closet
Is a model chick, grimey gothic fits,
trapped inside of it
Besides it I'd deny the shit
Y'all should stop the shit
I'm the shit, not just kinda sick,
the doctor prescribed my shit
Cock it, click-click, opposite, stop and dropin' shit
'fore poppin' shit,
from popular to poppin' picks to poppin' tits
She pop her pussy, pop a xanny,
popular for compliments
Make it rain, she pop that shit,
it boosts her confidence
Was supposed to stop this shit
but spit like I forgot some shit
Forgot the topic, I hope God forgive you,
peep my common sense

JT this like deja vu right?
All this album of the year talk
Niggas claiming they're the best out
I been hot since the Purple Tape
And this cuban's poking my chest out
They keep calling on King Push
This beach chair, I'm stretched out
My name is my name, bitch,
until I'm gone and it's etched out
I been known to blow a quarter brick
on baby hairs and a messy bun
If I make her mine, I made her mind,
she fall in line and we got some
Memoirs of a millionaire,
even better I'm a reallionaire
Elias skirt, Fendi work,
dress my baby like build-a-bear
Fuck you know about the type of rollie,
fuck you know about blowin' bands
Bezel on it like a grand circle,
diamonds in it, holdin' hands
A1 since day 1, I sold dope and my name rung
I sold dope where I came from
and it's all dope what I made from it
No lie, know why? Guy Fish in my bowtie
JT up in the 3 piece and we magic baby like showtime
She ain't know, we ain't know,
try to trap her but she ain't slow
Once she trap you with the DA flow, it's lights out, TKO