Lyrical Breakdown of Traphandz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Traphandz" 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 "Traphandz" 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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Trap hands, trap hands, yes Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah What's up my G? You must be new up in the trap So let me tell you how they do up in the trap They rep the south and bang that Screw up in the trap And they gon' sip more than a mothafuckin' two up in the trap You see them boys is comin' down up in the trap They poppin' trunk, bangin' surround up in the trap They got them bricks and got them pounds up in the trap Don't fuck around because them boys'll lay you down up in the trap You see I'm from the trap, and I done done the trap And boy when I was in the trap I used to run the trap And just 'cause you from the hood don't mean you from the trap But if you are then put them trap hands up and thunder clap Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Everything I touch, it turn to gold Built my whole career in front of the stove Duckin' DA and FBI while I was sellin' O's Nothin' but mini choppers, Dracos and extendos at my shows (yeah) I'm a gangsta and I rap for gangstas, this that gangsta shit Took my rap check, went and bought some bricks, that's that hustlin' shit Yeah, that's that hustlin' shit, yeah, you on some sucka shit Yeah, they don't benefit, yeah, I can't fuck with it I used to cook up in the trap, write my verses in the trap You get nervous in the trap 'cause you ain't 'bout it, they just cap Fuckin' bitches in the trap, I'm from the trenches and the trap Killin' rats so all snitches come up missin' in the trap Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah I barely made the flight from here to Gangsta Paradise To rearview mirror pair of dice to Benihana extra rice I make them clap their hands when I fill up arenas Had a felony before the misdemeanor, make 'em kiss the ring-a (true) I had a handkerchief filled with dirty snot Had a dirty Glock, cowards killed my partna in the parkin' lot All they did was watch, them folks call the cops Yeah I'm from the trap, from the corner lot Mud in the soda pop Came up out the mud, I was 'posed to rot Then I switched it up, started snappin' like a photo op' Terminator, Robocop, elevate the muscle car Got a foreign broad just to match with the foreign car Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah Trap hands, hallelujah I run this shit, Rick The Ruler I'm gettin' bitches, stackin' mula Trap hands, hallelujah