Lyrical Breakdown of On BS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On BS" 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 "On BS" 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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Yeah, whoa, whoa, whoa I had to cut some niggas off, they didn't mean me no good I come from the ghetto, so my trunk is in my hood She wouldn't wear no panties 'round me even if she could Gave out plenty spankings 'til they got it understood Fuck the nosebleeds, baby, come sit on this wood If you know it's tension, don't come 'round me like it's good I got street smarts and you can't get this out no book I can't right my wrongs, but I can still write these hooks Oh, time to get exposed You ain't been from 'round here, nigga, come get off your show Savage said you pussy and he hit it on the nose But that board is opеn, why you actin' like it's closed? I don't know Y'all be goin' in and out rеcessions The same way that I be goin' in and out of Texas Or in and out my sessions, or in and out her best friends Or in and out these courtrooms, my lawyer like, "Objection" Yeah, whoa, whoa All my bitches Spanish, boricua Water on my neck, these diamonds came with coral reefer She from overseas, I had to buy her a new visa Met your wife in Vegas, but I hit her in Ibiza She a supermodel, so she only eatin' Caesar Used to date a rapper, but he acted like a diva Niggas hustlin' backwards, out here ballin' with the reup Popped an Adderall, I feel like I can lift a tree up Seen too many cameras, so I never lift my ski up (yeah) I jump on your song and make you sound like you the feature I jump on your song and make a label think they need ya, for real (yeah) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) All the bullshit Damn, maybe I should do a 20, maybe I should break that 20, do a ten Maybe I should break that ten, do a five, then if it gets live, do a five again If he held his tongue on that live, he'd be alive again, damn My uncle's sister know she raised a real one, ill one It's been 30 minutes, I don't feel nothin' Oh, shit, wait a minute, think I'm startin' to feel somethin' Where you get this motherfuckin' pill from? Heard they got some sanctions on my name Heard they plottin' on my name, heard they bankin' on my name I got Lita in this bitch and he might spank it on a lane I'm just-, what? In the cut, throwin' Franklins on her frame I'm a-, ayy, I'm a gentleman, I'm generous I blow a half a million on you hoes, I'm a feminist I never put no prices on no beef until we end this shit I pay a half a million for his soul, he my nemesis On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) On that bullshit, we on all the bullshit (okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay, okay) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (yeah) On that bullshit (okay), on that bullshit (okay) All the bullshit Nah, I'm on, it's midnight, I don't care Nothing's happening on a Wednesday, I don't care, I'm on I'm looking for the smoke This guy sitting front row, man, poof, who needs that? Let me put my window down, I need fresh air We don't want that, we want bars The reason why we listen to 21 and The Boy That's what we do in Paris, we don't do Fashion Week Fashion Week, it's for the last decade, it's not for us It's about the lights, the lights that we put on in the city The lights of the Eiffel Tower I'm in charge of it, I'm the one who's putting it on every day And you try to flex next, next to me on the red light with your ugly Whatever, flexing, most expensive car, V12 I drive a four-cylinder, I come from nothing But I'm doing something and you cannot catch my drive As fast as you try to go, you will never catch me, man There is only one way, and this way I'm driving, nobody can do it I'm Birdman, that's who I am In Paris Brrt, brrt