Typografische Animatie
Rafael Maduro VMT1I
Inleiding
Voor deze periode gaan we aan de slag met een Typografische animatie. We moeten een van de 3 nummers gaan kiezen om daarbij een animatie te gaan maken daarbij maak je een stijlbord en moodboard. Uiteindelijk maak je dus een animatie van het gekozen nummer met je eigenheid er in.
Dit is mijn typografische animatie. Ik heb me een beetje aan het stijlbord/ moodboard gehouden en dat kan je wel zien. Want ik ging meer met de flow mee dan dat ik er echt aan zou houden. Ik heb een beetje feedback gevraagd en dat heb ik gebruikt bij mijn animatie. Al de animaties passen goed bij het nummer en de kleuren ook. Ik heb paar kleuren gekozen die de artiest zelf gebruikt voor die album en die heb ik gebruikt voor de animatie.
Mijn beeld materiaal
Ik heb alles gemaakt in Photoshop of in Illustrator, en de beelden die ik heb gekozen vond ik zelf goed passen bij de nummer.
Moving Storyboard
Dit is de movingstorybord, hier in laat ik zien hoe ik de text wil zetten want ik had wel wat ruimte om beetje de effects namen te schrijven, maar ik dacht van ik zie wel als ik aan het maken ben hoe ik de effects op het beste kan gebruiken. Ik heb die woorden uitgekozen van de text van het nummer en gemarkeerd die ik wilde laten opvallen of iets meedoen in het animatie.
Moodboard en Stijlboard van mijn gekozen nummer
Voor de moodboard en stijlboard had ik wel wat moeite om wat te vinden. Want ik wist niet precies wat voor sfeer of stijl ik wilde gaan. Dus ik heb wat foto's en album covers van de artiest zelf gepakt en beetje de kleuren die ik wilde gaan gebruiken.
Dit zijn de 3 nummers die ik had gekozen voor de opdracht.
Muziek keuze
Gunna: Fukumean
(F— you mean?)
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
Ha, ha, ha, ha
(F— you mean?)
Young Gunna Wunna, they workin’ my nerves
I’m ’bout to pour up some syrup
F—in’ this bi–h like a perv’
Smack from the back, grab her perm
Ice, the burr, uh, sh–tin’ on all you lil’ turds
Can’t take that dick, wait your turn
In my own lane, we can’t merge
Suck with no hands, you can learn
Let’s see how much you can earn
Watch me go big like the Worm
And I ain’t smokin’ no sherm
I’m in this bi–h with P Litty, QP, QP-ski
All of my bi–hes is pretty, they showin’ they t—ies, it’s up to the ceilin’
I let her run through a million, I rock with her really, let’s f— on a billion
I’ma get down to the gritty, then f— up the city, the home of the villains
Ecstasy, wonderful feelin’
Smoke out the pound when I’m chillin’
Trappin’, I made me a killin’
Look, I got everybody wishin’
I hope you play your position
I don’t want nobody listenin’
I see the ho with precision
Get rich my only decision
Young Gunna Wunna, they workin’ my nerves
I’m ’bout to pour up some syrup
F—in’ this bi–h like a perv’
Smack from the back, grab her perm
Ice, the burr, uh, sh–tin’ on all you lil’ turds
Can’t take that dick, wait your turn
In my own lane, we can’t merge
Suck with no hands, you can learn
Let’s see how much you can earn
Watch me go big like the Worm
And I ain’t smokin’ no sherm
I’m in this bi–h with P Litty, QP, QP-ski
All of my bi–hes is pretty, they showin’ they t—ies, it’s up to the ceilin’
I let her run through a million, I rock with her really, let’s f— on a billion
I’ma get down to the gritty, then f— up the city, the home of the villains
Ecstasy, wonderful feelin’
Smoke out the pound when I’m chillin’
Trappin’, I made me a killin’
Look, I got everybody wishin’
I hope you play your position
I don’t want nobody listenin’
I see the ho with precision
Get rich my only decision
F— you mean?
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
Young Gunna Wunna back, callin’ me splurge
Watch me jump right off the curb
Bentley Spur fly like a bird
Spin on the first and the third
Solid, I’m keepin’ my word
Can’t be my equal, I don’t know what you heard
Crank up the foreign, I swerve
Keep me a stick if they purge
(F— you mean?)
(F— you mean?)
Yeah
Yeah
(F— you mean?)
Yeah
Yeah
De reden waarom ik deze nummer had gekozen was vanwege de betekenis had ik niet verwacht. Want de artiest Gunna maakt bijna nooit zulke nummers en de beat was heel mooi gedaan, en daarom vond ik het heel leuk.
Lil Baby: Freestyle
Da Vinci (Da Vinci, Da Vinci)
Yeah
Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man
You know what I'm sayin'? The whole 4PF
You know what I'm sayin'? I put this up
Yeah
Shoutout the whole Oakland City, man
You know what I'm sayin'? The whole 4PF
You know what I'm sayin'? I put this up
Shoutout my label, that's me
I'm in this bitch with TB
I'm in this bitch with 4 Trey
I just poured up me a eight
Real nigga all in my face
Five hunnid racks in my safe
Five hunnid racks to the plug
What you know 'bout showin' love?
What you know 'bout pullin' up, in Bentley trucks?
Make these bitches fall in love
All of my niggas on go
None of my niggas no ho
All of my niggas want smoke
All of my niggas together
We came from the bottom
We used to wear each other clothes
None of my niggas gon' fold
Couple pussy niggas told
They ain't my niggas no mo'
Hold it down for the 4
In the 9 with the woes
Marlo my dawg that's fo' sho'
We won't fall out about shit
'Specially not 'bout no bitch
We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes
Me and Ced get them loads
We let 'em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both of my ears on froze
I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple
If she won't fuck, I won't make her
I don't like bitches with makeup
If she want titties I pay for 'em
Get outta there when I wake up
I pass the ball I don't layup
I'm a big boss, I got say so
They'll wipe you down if I say so
Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos
.40s, on .40s, on .40s
I just bought me some new water
Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans
I made a promise my niggas gon' ball
Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall
Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
Find a new plug then we takin' 'em all
Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
Hop out fresher than a menthol
Lil' nigga, but I'm big dawg
All I gotta make is one call
Hit a nigga block, took off
Cross a nigga up, Hot Sauce
Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault
Talking bout the shit that I bought
Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage
Hunnid racks stuffed in the mattress
Hunnid racks stuffed in the attic
Hunnid racks stuffed in the sofa
These niggas play gangsta, but they won't approach me
I know they'll never approach me
They know that they'll catch a bullet
I rock the game to the fullest
I run with some real ones, I don't hang with no pussies
I ain't no killer don't push me
I see how you niggas be lookin'
I hope you don't think you no bully
I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie
Ridin' in a 'Vert with a Uzi
12 get behind me I lose 'em
They tryna guess what I'm doin'
They tryna guess who I'm screwin'
That ain't even they business
They ain't wanna fuck with me
Now they see a nigga drippin'
Now they wanna fuck with me
They can't get in touch with me
Hardly ever in the city
They just know I'm gettin' bigger
They just know a nigga busy
I been runnin' up them digits, yeah
I'm in this bitch with TB
I'm in this bitch with 4 Trey
I just poured up me a eight
Real nigga all in my face
Five hunnid racks in my safe
Five hunnid racks to the plug
What you know 'bout showin' love?
What you know 'bout pullin' up, in Bentley trucks?
Make these bitches fall in love
All of my niggas on go
None of my niggas no ho
All of my niggas want smoke
All of my niggas together
We came from the bottom
We used to wear each other clothes
None of my niggas gon' fold
Couple pussy niggas told
They ain't my niggas no mo'
Hold it down for the 4
In the 9 with the woes
Marlo my dawg that's fo' sho'
We won't fall out about shit
'Specially not 'bout no bitch
We ain't gon' fall out 'bout hoes
Me and Ced get them loads
We let 'em go for the low
I got my hood in control
I got my left wrist on froze
I got my right wrist on froze
I got my necklace on froze
Both of my ears on froze
I been gettin' faded, I'm sippin' on maple
If she won't fuck, I won't make her
I don't like bitches with makeup
If she want titties I pay for 'em
Get outta there when I wake up
I pass the ball I don't layup
I'm a big boss, I got say so
They'll wipe you down if I say so
Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos, on Dracos
.40s, on .40s, on .40s
I just bought me some new water
Wetter than Katrina, shoutout New Orleans
I made a promise my niggas gon' ball
Hard in the paint, change my name to John Wall
Geekin' off trees like a leaf in the fall
Find a new plug then we takin' 'em all
Pull up in a brand new Benz Truck
Hop out fresher than a menthol
Lil' nigga, but I'm big dawg
All I gotta make is one call
Hit a nigga block, took off
Cross a nigga up, Hot Sauce
Ooh, I got 'em mad, my fault
Talking bout the shit that I bought
Poppin' these Percs, I done turned to a savage
Hunnid racks stuffed in the mattress
Hunnid racks stuffed in the attic
Hunnid racks stuffed in the sofa
These niggas play gangsta, but they won't approach me
I know they'll never approach me
They know that they'll catch a bullet
I rock the game to the fullest
I run with some real ones, I don't hang with no pussies
I ain't no killer don't push me
I see how you niggas be lookin'
I hope you don't think you no bully
I'm livin' the life, I should star in a movie
Ridin' in a 'Vert with a Uzi
12 get behind me I lose 'em
They tryna guess what I'm doin'
They tryna guess who I'm screwin'
That ain't even they business
They ain't wanna fuck with me
Now they see a nigga drippin'
Now they wanna fuck with me
They can't get in touch with me
Hardly ever in the city
They just know I'm gettin' bigger
They just know a nigga busy
I been runnin' up them digits, yeah
De reden waarom ik dit nummer heb gekozen is omdat het een klassieker is, bijna iedereen kent het en het is een meesterwerk dat goed is geproduceerd en gerapt.
Comethazine: Solved the problem
mijn gekozen nummer
Yeah, bitch
Where the bricks? Where the blow?
Bitch, yuh
Where the bricks? Where the blow? Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this bitch, nigga, know I'm piped the fuck up)
Where the bricks? Where the blow? Where the bricks, where the blow?
Bitch, bitch, yuh, ayy
Where the bricks? Where the blow?
Bitch, yuh
Where the bricks? Where the blow? Where the bricks, where the blow?
(Ayy, man, Comethazine up in this bitch, nigga, know I'm piped the fuck up)
Where the bricks? Where the blow? Where the bricks, where the blow?
Bitch, bitch, yuh, ayy
Where the bricks? Where the blow?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a hoe (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a hoe (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
That nigga talking tough, yes, I can hear it in his tone (bitch!)
I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (c'mere!)
My all white Air Force 1's gotta be fresh or I can't rock 'em (I can't rock 'em)
If he step on these, I might just fuck around and sock him (bitch!)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (bye!)
Shoot a bullet straight to his head, I solved the problem (boom, boom!)
I slapped him with the chrome, then put a bullet in his dome (c'mere!)
My all white Air Force 1's gotta be fresh or I can't rock 'em (I can't rock 'em)
If he step on these, I might just fuck around and sock him (bitch!)
Dangle that boy over a ledge and then I drop him (bye!)
Shoot a bullet straight to his head, I solved the problem (boom, boom!)
Not going back and forth on the 'Gram, I had to block him (no)
Rather catch him lacking in public and then pop him (c'mere!)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
I'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, nigga, don't know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I'ma let him keep his shit 'cause I'm rich, I ain't gotta rob him
Rather catch him lacking in public and then pop him (c'mere!)
Caught him on the elevator, had to 2Pac him
I'ma pull a Biggie Smalls, nigga, don't know who shot him
If I shoot and I miss, I bet one of my guys got him
And I'ma let him keep his shit 'cause I'm rich, I ain't gotta rob him
Where the bricks? Where the blow?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a hoe (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a hoe (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
Where the bricks? Where the blow?
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a ho (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
1-7-double-O, slither gang, bloody nose
R.I.P. Philip, my right hand nigga but he gone (yuh)
Now I gotta smoke these pussy niggas on my own (I gotta smoke 'em on my own)
These niggas acting tough, but turn pussy over a ho (bitch)
But I would never go, I dick that hoe, then make her go (c'mere!)
Bitch, while I call your Uber, go wait over by the door (body!)
And bitch, I got your phone, wait 'til you leave to turn it on (aw-yeah)
Ik vind dit nummer leuk omdat de beat van de bas goed is gedaan en de tekst goed verloopt. Het paste ook heel goed voor de opdracht en daarom had het ik gekozen met de hulp van wat feedback.
