Lyrical Breakdown of No Target - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Target" 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 "No Target" 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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Ya, ya
21, 21, 21
Ya, ya, ya, ya
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom
Ain't no incidental
Sticks inside the rental
Slide the door back
Shoot you out this rental
I don't need a shooter
Savage, he'll shoot ya
Smokin' on a Cuban
But I still eat noodles
VVS's, wow-wow
Bitch I let you wow-wow
That Tec'll bless ya, wow
21, pew-pew-pew, blaow
I finesse'd him, how?
It was easy, how?
He pulled up to the house
I ran off, made him pout, 21
Her booty nice and fat
I put the team on that
Put a beam on that
Slaughter Gang, we screamin' that
I do magic tricks, turn 1 to 2 cat in the hat
You with that sneaky shit, you might get one put in your hat
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
21, 21, 21, 21
I had to let that motherfucker breathe
When I'm up this motherfucker leave
If I'm up this motherfucker I squeeze
If she at my spot she on her knees
Bitch I like to count a lot of cheese
And bitch I like to smoke a lot of weed
I had a perc for this, so don't play with this
You might get sprayed bout this, 21
I got dope fiends and task force knockin'
When you get more money then you get more problems
If this rap don't work then I'ma start back robbin'
It's a couple niggas up but the streets still starvin'
How the fuck is you a shooter, you ain't hit no target
Bitch I'm 21 Savage and I do not argue
Niggas always in they feelin's cause they soft like Charmin
But I'm screamin' fuck feelin's nigga where's my condom