Lyrical Breakdown of Kicking Clouds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Boosie Badazz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Kicking Clouds" 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 Boosie Badazz 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 Boosie Badazz's narrative.

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Smoke one for me nigga (Light that shit up out there nigga) Niggas gotta clear they mind sometime you know cuz It be a lot going on Lot of money (lot of snakes), lot of haters So I just ease my mind When I need to, clear my mind Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind And no, I don't really care I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there And I be kicking clouds clouds clouds Fuck em fuck em fuck em Smoking something loud loud Fuck em fuck em fuck em fuck em I just like smoking weed (ain't nothing wrong with that) Felling fine Kicking clouds Tryna have a lil peace of mind Always be like "fuck my haters" Sometimes I be like "fuck the world" "Fuck my girl" Light up that real nigga And I dont really care cuz I'm fine Hanging out I dont have time You ain't like my kind I'm from a rare bloodliine Just rolled for my nigga May he rest in peace Rolling up in them Boosie papers Smoking that Lil B When I need to, clear my mind Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind And no, I don't really care I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there And I be kicking clouds clouds clouds Fuck em fuck em fuck em Smoking something loud loud Fuck em fuck em fuck em fuck em Tonight I'm gon get fucced up with my dogs (Fuck Em) Nigga play with us We gon set it off And I smoke Tired of dealing with these bitches up in court Baby mama threatening me with child support Now that's some crazy shit I need a blunt and a cigarette For this crazy bitch Me against the world Stop talking bout me Me and my girl we girl scouting Let's take a ride on the {?} Smoke this loud with me When I need to, clear my mind Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind And no, I don't really care I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there And I be kicking clouds clouds clouds Fuck em fuck em fuck em Smoking something loud loud Fuck em fuck em fuck em fuck em When I need to, clear my mind Middle finger to your world, if you ain't my kind And no, I don't really care I'm in my zone and I just wanna stay there And I be kicking clouds clouds clouds Fuck em fuck em fuck em Smoking something loud loud Fuck em fuck em fuck em fuck em