Lyrical Breakdown of Cannon RMX - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Drama weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cannon RMX" 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 DJ Drama 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 DJ Drama's narrative.

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Aight, Mr. Thanksgiving, it's for the money this time Yeah, Drumma Howdy do, motherfuckers? It's Weezy Baby Niggas bitchin' and I gotta tote the (Cannon) Ha-ha, listen close, I got duct tape and rope I'll leave you missin' like the fuckin' O'Bannons One hand on my money, one hand on my buddy That's the AK-47, make his neighborhood love me Bullets like birds, you can hear them bitches hummin' Don't let that bird shit, he got a weak stomach Niggas know I'm sick, I don't spit, I vomit Got it one egg short of the omelet Simon says, "Shoot a nigga in his thigh and leg And tell him, 'Catch up like mayonnaise'"—Um I'm the sickest nigga doin' it, bet that, baby These other niggas dope, I'm wet crack, baby, yes Get back, get back, boy, this a setback Clumsy-ass niggas slip and fall into a death trap Them boys pussy, born without a backbone And if you strapped, we can trade like the Dow Jones Wet him up, I hope he got his towel on I aim at the moon and get my howl on Some niggas cry wolf, I'm on that dry kush And when it comes to that paper, I stack books You heard what I said I can put you on your feet or put some money on your head Life ain't cheap, you're better off dead If you can't pay the fee, shout out my nigga Fee See, every motherfucker at the door don't get a key You're outside lookin' in, so tell me what you see This about money, it's bigger than me I told my homies, "Don't kill him, bring the nigga to me," yeah Don't miss, you fuckin' with the hitman Kidnap a nigga, make him feel like a kid again Straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon) Yeah, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon) Yeah, straight up, I ain't got no conversation for you Nigga, talk to the (Cannon) Yeah, have a few words with the (Cannon) Nigga, tell it to my motherfuckin' (Cannon) Ayo, ayo, I make it hard for rap niggas, I'm peer pressure (Yes) Matter fact, I'm motivation to rap better (Yes) I showed niggas how to act, how to dress better I stay fresh, more fitted caps than bat catchers (Woo) I'm the crack, the smack, the gun, the rule The gat, the strap, the gun, the tool, the motherfuckin' (Cannon) Other words, I'm the real for real We can go check for check or bill for bill We can go chick for chick or skill for skill, the deal is sealed (Yes) Niggas ain't real as real 'cause I'm a (Cannon) And I handle well, pedal like Cannondale And I got the .50 cal mag, it's a handheld I'm tellin' you niggas, I pop, put a shell in you niggas My Nikes watch, I Helen Keller you niggas I got whores in the Canon camcorder bendin' over Blowin' yam by the quarter, weed odor in the Rover, nigga From Philly to where I'm landin', I'm a (Cannon) And I'm on that Philly fightin' shit and I come fully equipped You try me, get bodied, keep nina and shotty in the whip If a nigga try to stick me, I'ma blam him, sing along now Doo, doo, dotty, I'm Free, got the butters Got the green, he got the tan, got the whole enchilada on me Though I'm inside of your house, tie up your brother Make the prick call up your mother, she might know where to find you I am on top of my job, the heavyweight champ Of the flow, is flow like the ocean, open water, you're drownin' I will four-pound him and sink him, heat him and leave him stinkin' Sharks surround him, then eat him, nice to know him I will roll over your squad like I'm One Punch Kard You chumps, you best call General Motors I will take control of your soldiers you won't listen to I toss 'em in the wok like chicken, General Tso's 'em, uh This rap shit like diggin' in the register, dealin' with big embezzler Get it right, I'm better than better than my competitors Ahead another level up, mil' worth eleven plus I could stop rappin', ain't I already said enough? The whole motherfuckin' game owe me, time to settle up If I move forward a lil' slower, you'll be catchin' up (Hold up) Now, that's the shit you need to listen for 'Cause where I'm from, a nigga dumb They'll give you what you itchin' for It's an issue with ya, best to handle your business, bruh 'Cause ain't no politickin' when killers comin' to get you, bruh They all go, they don't know the whole fire In the dark, shootin' sparks like rim with no tires I don't deal with the lames, I'd much rather blow by ya They known to spit a lot of hot air like blowdryers And I'm really off the wire, look at me, I'm on fire Here's some useful information if you don't know Sire Just know I got cake (Cake) and I'm not fake (Fake) So you should strongly consider doin' an about face And if not, all you gotta say is you wanna get busy And I'm down, get with me, any town, pick a city, fuck nigga (Cannon)