Composition
"Beep" is a pop song which was written by William Adams, Kara DioGuardi, Jeff Lynne in the key of G minor. The instrumental string hook is a sample of ELO's "Evil Woman" (1975). Critics noted that the song was similar to Black Eyed Peas' "My Humps" (2005) whom both were produced and written by will.i.am. The stacatto Destiny's Child-like verse is made up of naughty lyrical bits which are clipped by a bleep censor. According to Bill Lamb the song "combines danceable hip hop pop with a light, clever sense of humor." IGN's Spence D. noted that "the song is a mixed bag, tossing together slick strings for that orchestrated pop vibe, then mixing that up with a loping, though downplayed, funk groove. It's like two songs in one, though one of the songs feels like a throwback to '80s sterile pop." According to the sheet music published at Musicnotes.com by Sony/ATV Music Publishing, the "girl-empowerment song" has a time signature set in common time, with a tempo of 104 beats per minute. The melody is mainly composed with piano and guitar instruments and uses stomping, custom-made beat.
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