Lyrical Breakdown of Vlad TV - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Vlad TV" 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 "Vlad TV" 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.
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I had a big problem with the court system
And uh
District attorneys, prosecutors
Alot of people was tryna uh take my life
As far as you know in the court system
I graduated from a block down south on tha corner
Get out tha mudd
On my own, Ima hustla
Mama put me out
So I stayed wit Big Mama
Went to cocaine cooking school
And tha teacher was my uncle
Every since I was a youngsta
I been tryna chase a bag
Not a gang banger, but a gangsta wit a past
Strapped up and bad
Man I get it from my Dad
Easy town gangsta
Man them Hatches bout that yeah
Motherfucker yeah!
My aunties dated dope dealers
No broke niggas
If you my dawg
Then I scored wit ya, fucked hoes wit ya
Plus school ain't really teach me what I was lookin' fa
Get my family out tha motherfuckin' mudd
Livin' good, what I was lookin' fa
Went to codeine class
Made a quarter mill
Offered a deal, shit got real
Had to pop a pill (2 by 2)
Was a beast in tha streets
Yeah, I got it
Better cop from him
If it's beef, they gettin' you
And they stoppin' slim
This for all my teachers
Bronson & Lil Donkey (Donk!)
They told me up in class
When I ride, keep it on me
PCP at 16
Followed by tha marijuana
Get a hall pass, and go straight to tha corner (Thuggin)
Got my own block
And I got bout 9 students
3 or 4 was hustlas
But tha others, they was foolish
You look crazy, they gon' shoot it
We don't play that on my side
They hate you in yo city
Move away, and live yo life
I got tha streets on lock
I'm they generation PAC
I spit it from tha heart
And they feel it up inside
Still a hood nigga
Showin' money in my pictures
Or I can put a suit on nigga
And get a million
My name brang millions
Talkin' to investors
You dealin' wit a nigga who had something very special
Tha whole damn street
And that's a whole nutha level
They vote for me
No matter who in tha motherfuckin election
Boosie Badazz (Hood President)