Lyrical Breakdown of Talk About It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A Boogie wit da Hoodie weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Talk About It" 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie 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 A Boogie wit da Hoodie's narrative.

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Back around me Money good, now she back around me Mmm From the X, you'll get whacked about me Trust me, I don't need no love, I need racks around me If you gon' talk about me, baby, talk facts about me This time, it's different, I promise (Yeah) I make enough to put my whole projects into college (Let's go) I probably threw a hundred thousand on every bitch in Starlets (What else?) If you really the guyza, then you gon' play it quiet Those guys catch bodies and don't talk about it, yeah I'm not Illuminati But I know my niggas got my back, so I got an eye behind me The car I'm in is about an M, but it ain't no Maserati Look, girl, I know I ain't shit, but don't go talk about me Yeah, mmm, I'm icy like I'm playin' hockey But we could put the sticks down and this shit could turn to boxin' Nowadays, I gotta do features with the tool beside me I walk away until I'm copy if they movin' wocky (Yeah) On God, nigga, that's word to mommy If you ask me about a body, I never heard about it Murder, murder, murder, don't be sad about it Nigga, if you feel some type of way, then go catch a body My diamonds purple, yellow, and green like a bag of Takis Them niggas catch you lackin', boy, that's your ass about it Somebody died, niggas cried, the other side laughing 'bout it And the feds watchin' everything, while niggas braggin' 'bout it I'm from the X, you'll get whacked about me Trust me, I don't need no love, I need racks around me If you gon' talk about me, baby, talk facts about me Shake that ass around me They can hate, but they won't slide, 'cause I'm the wrong nigga If you fuck with my opps, I can't do no song with you I swear it's too much on my mind to get along with you I'm just a heartbreak kid like I'm Shawn I took the Patek off my wrist and it gave me welts I popped a Perc' and it was the last thing that I felt (Yeah, yeah) I promise not to love you more than I love myself this time I looked out for you more than I looked out for myself If you a backstabber, I'ma get you stabbed back Runnin' your mouth around the town, that'll get you whacked, facts And if you dumpin', I'm still here, nigga, okay, bet (Okay, bet) I'ma do whatever it takes just to get you back I don't need no stashbox in my whip, no, I can't do that 'Cause I just feel like it's more safe with it on my lap, yeah My nigga, please don't make me do this by myself I swear to God, if you got my back, I'ma have your back, yeah Voila I ain't lyin', girl, I treated you like Nala Anytime you asked me to jump, I said, "How high?" And every time we go up, we do it like Zion (Zion) I used to be a savage, bad bitch, left her starvin' Seen my best friend mama cry, I'm so sorry Niggas starvin', knowin' they can never stop me Up in Startlets, 100K to every bartender, I was wildin' Niggas wanna get me out of here, so I gotta be violent Why the fuck you wanna spark me? I'm just vibin' Tryna get these demons off me, yeah Eliantte chain cover up my fuckin' heartbeat