Lyrical Breakdown of "Mad Stalkers" - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of ""Mad Stalkers"" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in ""Mad Stalkers"" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that 21 Savage employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
• Syllable Pattern Insights: Dive deeper into the structural elements of the lyrics. See how the syllable count varies across the song, adding a unique rhythm and flow to 21 Savage's narrative.

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21, 21, 21 21 21 I'm from out the gutter, middle finger, zone 6 Turned 16 and I got my first stick (MAC-90) Fuck the other side, catch a body, sending hits (21) You call that shit extended clip, we call that bitch a dick (21) Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (21) I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (woo, woo, woo, woo) Offset Mad Max with me, I'm Biggs (Mad Max) Run through the Draco, we got six (six) Busting all on your bitch face (ugh) Make the bitch play with my kids (hey) This nigga stripped, shot him in the ribs (steak) Baby bottles, ain't no bibs (lean) 20 models all gon' kneel (20 models) Breathing with this water like gills (water) I done got a low boat on the low note (shh) And I got an 80 corner that'll choke throats (ugh) Sipping on hi-tech, Four Lokos (lean) Wrist brr, fur coat way to go hoe Don't pass out, pop an Addy (Addy) Won't, smoke niggas in the attic (smoke) I gets the bank roll in the mattress (racks) I got, drip sauce like relish (drip sauce) Diamonds slippin', drippin' I'm a problem (hey) Heated my flow with the marble (marble) Stand on the stove cook it all up (cook it up) Trap on the north with the gualas (Migos) I met some enemies, could've bought a helicopter Do the surgery on the coupe like a doctor (skrt) Heard that nigga popped a couple goblins (brr) Gang, gang nigga, fuck the opposite (ay) Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (21) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (21) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (21) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (bitch) I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (21) Hold on let me kick my shit (yeah) Audemar drowning my wrist (yeah) Put a double G on my kids (yeah) Put a double G on your bitch (yeah) I'll probably leave you before I leave the lean Lil' bitch, don't play with my sip (on god) I ain't even fuckin' round with no stylist I got too much drip (on god) You know you too much bitch (on god) You got too much hips (yeah) When she suck me off She got too much lips (21) 4L gang, got a whole lot of choppers lil nigga We'll shoot the shit (we'll shoot the shit) Ran up a whole lot of Ms, lil nigga I'm trying not to lose this shit (facts) Rims staggered, bad bitch I'ma bag her On my face, issa dagger Private flights, I'm a jet lagger Bitch, you ain't got no standards Where's your manners? 100 choppers, roll the window down MC Hammer Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (hey) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (brr) Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (woo, woo, woo) Bitch, I'm mad balling, all my diamonds mad flawless (21) We got mad choppers, all my niggas mad cautious (brr brr) I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (woo) I got mad dick, turning these hoes into mad stalkers (21) If young Metro don't trust you I'm gon' shoot you