Lyrical Breakdown of Have Mercy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Have Mercy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cordae weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Have Mercy" 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 Cordae 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 Cordae's narrative.
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Kidd
Ugh
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinning like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma coming, beware
I don't know where I'm goin' (Huh)
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas going out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
There's no complaining on this side
My niggas, shit is not tolerated
Cut some niggas off like a operation
And my team way more consolidated
Suite presidential, that's inauguration
'Cause we cooking crack like Ronald Reagan
Chip on my shoulder, boy, I'm not for waiting
Divine timing, took a lot of patience
Now it's time for the takeover
All gas and the brake's slower
Took a trip out to Tokyo
Now I'm here in Paris for the layover
Fuck old niggas, boy, your day's over
You're mad at me because your pace slower
Bitter nigga, you a shade-thrower
I was just sleeping on a sofa
Now I ride with a paid chauffeur
Because I'm way doper, better stay sober
I paint pictures, you a Crayola
I got a bad bitch and she laid over
She really asked could she stay over?
I told her that we needed face closure
This mellow money has a great odor
These the things that I prayed over
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinning like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma coming, beware
I don't know where I'm going (Huh)
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas going out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
(Huh, huh)
Why cry over spilled milk
If you still feel I'm the real deal?
My bitch bad with no ill-will
'Cause she'll murk a nigga like Kill Bill
Loose lips, sink ships
Cam'ron pink drip, that is my fashion
I'm not really with the high flashing
It's not helping with my bragging
I penetrate it, been the greatest
New house, renovate it
I got the juice you eliminated
Pussy-niggas always instigate it
Can't fuck me over boy
I'm too clever, that applies all to whoever
I'm just here to pursue pleasure
Boy, I'm going out like Hugh Hefner
Sweet Lord, please have mercy
Baby Jesus, please save us
I know I used up my three favors
Back to sinning like a week later
New car, speed racer
Cop a crib, need acres
Most of all, we all need prayer
Karma coming, beware
I don't know where I'm going (Huh)
But I hope I'm on the right path
Life'll hit you with a light jab
Mike Tyson, strike back
You niggas going out slight sad
Know I'm all about my bag
New drip, I grab
I just wanna get my life back
Baby Jesus, please save us
Baby Jesus, please save us