Lyrical Breakdown of On the Inside - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "On the Inside" 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 the Inside" 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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Shit wasn't easy
You know, it took a lot of licks
To get where we at now
I was down bad, ain't have a dollar to my name (Straight up)
I was down bad, just my family and my gang (Straight up)
Glock 23, I was prayin' to my flame (On God)
Hit a lick, hope I don't gotta kill for this chain (On God)
Moreland Ave. at the Checker's, 38 special (21)
Last nigga tried to rob me? On a stretcher (Facts)
I don't never have a plug, nigga, 'cause I ask him (21)
Zone 6, get my cars washed on Gresham (On God)
Ran off with your buddy pack
He don't want no problems (Lil' bih)
21 Savage, you can call me King Nut Dropper (Yeah)
Jumpin' crew to crew
Your favorite rapper a hood hopper (Yeah)
Trappin' with this rifle, we don't need no door stopper
Gold grill, dawg (Dawg)
I go hard (I go hard)
Your niggas soft (Niggas soft)
Corn on the cob (Corn on the cob)
He an intern, ain't got no job (Yeah, yeah)
If this rap don't work, nigga, I'ma rob (On God)
Yeah, I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry
Spin the block 'til your friends cry
Never question God, I'm a fearin' child
I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive
I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive
Nigga, I just bite, I don't bark (I don't bark, bro)
I just send hits, I don't arc (Leave that to the hoes)
You think that you the Hulk
But this ain't Marvel (This ain't Marvel, bro)
I hit your main thing
That shit was horrible (Shit was garbage, bro)
Got a girl named Keisha (Yeah)
Got a girl named Lisa (Yeah)
Girl named Britney, girl named Whitney (21)
Main girl crazy, don't you leave no hickeys (21)
I be in the strip club even when I'm sixty (Straight up)
I'ma tote a AK even when I'm fifty
Let them niggas split the drum
Both of them get fifty
You can get shot, believe it or not
Nigga, this ain't Ripley
Pulled my ding-a-ling out
She thought it was a Blimpy
Lil' boy, I'm a killer whale
You could never shrimp me
Fronted me 300 bags
That shit there was tempting
Whole pointer VVS's, got my neck rinsing
Chinese bitch, don't know her name
I just call her Ling Ling
Made a couple M's
Spent a quarter on a ring-ring
Cash Money, '99, bitch, I got that bling-bling
Never was a kingpin, beat a couple drug stings
She think she my one and only
But she just a summer fling
Yeah, I'm shinin', but I'm dark on the inside
Some of my brothers lost they heart on the inside
I can't lie, it broke my heart when my friends died
We gon' make that choppa spark 'til your friends cry
Spin the block 'til your friends cry
Never question God, I'm a fearin' child
I'ma ride for the gang 'til I'm not alive
I'ma up and let it bang 'til I'm not alive