Lyrical Breakdown of Another Soldier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Another Soldier" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.

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Remorse Vengeance Lost of a loved one Relative in commander to the game of life, in which one chose to adapt to as a gangsta Enter my mind Fill my heart My emotional pain Can you feel it? Naw Can you feel it? If you haven't experienced that nature of life, it's gutta I got this drama Don't worry momma Cause I got the armor On my back, when I Drive through the streets Everybody on me Tryin to take my life But I don't give a What about that Grip that thang Cock that back You don't wanna be (GONE) Another goner (GONE) In the game (GONE) Another soldier (GONE) In a grave (GONE) Bendin' corners (GONE) Finna bang (GONE) Another soldier (LONG GONE) In the grave (grave) We are the mighty Middle Fingaz We do not accept hate Love us or die Yeah fatboy slow, but a nigga ain't quick Ho limped through the door, lay a nigga on his d*ck Open up tha door, nigga standing like "sh*t" Fifteen full bricks, same price for a hit Nigga I done done it, it ain't gotta be a lick And if I'm plexin with you patna then the choppa gon piss Shootin up ya corna make a sound like "Swish" But I low so gat cause the chopper don't miss. No the choppa gon hit Bound to leave ya dome split Lose ya bodily functions Have me think you gon sh*t Middle fingaz, strong click Bun B, the strong spit Put you six feet under Why not have a long sit Long walk, short pier Mane have a long flip Got the streets on lock And got the yola on whip Tell momma we comin home so don't trip If I Tee, don't worry bout me Momma I'm a G I know how to handle niggas tryin to come up on me Tryin to run up on me Thinkin you gon try me Sh*t in a bag Drinkin through a IV So appreciate ya breath While you got some left Ya life's a bi*ch They got permanent PMS And my only fear of death is reincarnation So it ain't sh*t for me to make you niggas ER patients Another soldier in the grave Two nines, four clips Prayin that you niggas trip Lookin for some trouble Finna bust you niggas bubble And I don't give a fu*k about your happy meal mug We can go toe to toe, or trade these slugs So catch a square nigga And I won't budge Don't plea bargain now, nigga save it for the judge I might have you niggas lookin like a strawberry fanta Did so much, done burned myself, retire my bandanna SOUTHWEST got them soldiers Some movin doja Some movin X But they mostly movin yola With guns in tha holsta We never leave tha toasta Face could wind up on a rest in peace poster Rest in peace? No suh Pissin on ya gravesite Then get real nigga with it and go fu*k ya wife So think twice One for you and ya momma life Band I-T, shoot the soldiers like I shoot tha dice For my nigga Bad Ass Bam, I'll open ya head For Young Lo, I'll let that forty-fo fill ya with lead For Big Munsta, I'll pull out the Thompson and straight squeeze it Behind Sean Wee I'll cut you off at the knees For the Band I-T, I'll close range ya with the mac And for K.S.O lot, I'll put the glock to ya back Middle Finga, this ain't a act This uncut coke Don't ever play us for a joke You'll get ya bi*ch-ass smoked We go for broke