Lyrical Breakdown of BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ (feat. Juicy J) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ (feat. Juicy J)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BLOOD ON MY NIKEZ (feat. Juicy J)" 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 Denzel Curry employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Okay
Okay
Okay, uh, okay
Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain
To a rich nigga, you a goddamn lame
To a broke nigga, you a goddamn stain
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, how the fuck you get all your bread took?
I'm a real nigga, leave a trail full of dead crooks
Opposite of snitch, you the type to make the feds look
I could make a sham shook, that chopper sing like Sam Cooke
Change gon' come with this drum, please don't get involved
In the M-I-A, it's first forty-eight, you'll be mystery unsolved
So it's best you keep my name out your mouth
This how the fuck it go down in the South
Most of my niggas been down in a drought
So they're lookin' for smoke and you look like an ounce
Lord, forgive me for my sins, I can't spare the rod
In these final days, there been times that been hella hard
No, I'm not a killer, but my dog got a darker heart
Jit said he was a demon, so tonight, we'll be playin' God
Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain
To a rich nigga, you a goddamn lame
To a broke nigga, you a goddamn stain
Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain
To a rich nigga, you a goddamn lame
To a broke nigga, you a goddamn stain
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy (I'm the godfather of this shit, shut the fuck up, let's go)
Get him hit, sent the word without sayin' a single word
He claim he a rider, now that nigga ridin' in a hearse
Stupid nigga tried to play me dirty, now he in the dirt
His homies ain't gon' do shit but go put his name up in a verse
All you niggas pussies, should wear halter tops and miniskirts
This Draco like a nine to five, who wanna come and get this work?
Whoever the loudest in this bitch is who gon' get it first
This bitch confused, how she wearing Coach but wanna sit in first?
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Louis boots
Drum on the chopper like a motherfuckin' hula hoop
2023 and you know these niggas don't scrap no more
I keep the .19 like I'm Leonardo DiCaprio
Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang (Yeah, ayy)
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain (Shut the fuck up)
To a rich nigga, you a goddamn lame (Ayy)
To a broke nigga, you a goddamn stain (I'm the godfather of this shit, mane, Juicy)
Okay, okay, set it off, I'ma do the damn thang
Put my name on my gang, on my goddamn chain
To a rich nigga, you a goddamn lame
To a broke nigga, you a goddamn stain
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane, let me wipe the blood off my Nikes, ayy
Mane