Lyrical Breakdown of Start Dyin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Start Dyin" 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 "Start Dyin" 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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(Zaytoven) Fuck wrong with a nigga? Migo Gang Yeah Pussy-nigga Momma told me to get money, but don't be stupid (mama) Know how to add up the grams and weigh up the bands Don't know how to use computers (I don't know) Bando beating like it's Lex Luger (bando) Pinky ring, 60 thousand, man (60) You can't fuck with my squad and you know it, man (you know it) Come on my block, get extorted, man (extorted) Dope on my Margiela, dope on my wrist and my fist 'cause I'm cooking up coca, man (coca, man) Windmilling that pot like a hurricane And I hope you don't think that we broke, man (whoa) Come to the north and it's Cokeland (no) The critics, say change my attitude (attitude) I told 'em, "Fuck 'em, get my gratitude" Don't make me show you what the MAC 11 do Better watch out, you'll get life with that dog food Standing in the trap, made a hundred thousand (hundred thousand) Call up Domingo, he pull up extension, he growled at him (he growled at him) I got them bricks, but used to be nickel and dimeing (nickel and dimeing) Look at my Rollie it's flooding, I can't see the timing Everything cool 'til you pussy-niggas start dying Heart of a lion You pussy-niggas start dying You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying) You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying) You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying) Started off with a nickel rock Ran it up to a whole brick Pussy-nigga, start down, kick door, nigga, oh shit FN five-seven, 30 rounds, extended clip, nigga, blue tips (the blue) Pull up on you window down, choppas out, murder gang, nigga, don't slip 21 savage, bitch, I cause havoc Riding with the .30, nigga, that's a habit Make the choppa sing like I'm Lenny Kravitz Bob the Builder, nigga, handy with the ratchets I'm trappin' and cappin', shippin' and packin' Robbin' and rackin', designing my fashion Change on bling, watching my ring And I beat all my cases so fuck an arraignment Standing in the trap, made a hundred thousand (hundred thousand) Call up Domingo, he pull up extension, he growled at him (he growled at him) I got them bricks, but used to be nickel and dimeing (nickel and dimeing) Look at my Rollie it's flooding, I can't see the timing (shining) Everything cool 'til you pussy-niggas start dying (rrrrroar) Heart of a lion You pussy-niggas start dying You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying) You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying) You pussy-niggas start dying (dying, dying)