Lyrical Breakdown of Wu Tang Forever - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Drake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wu Tang Forever" 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 Drake 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 Drake's narrative.

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(Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) Uh (Machine gun rap for all my niggas in the back) I I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl, and even back then You would look at me with no hesitation And you'd tell me baby It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours It's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure That's for sure, yeah It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, it's yours That's for sure That's for sure How you feel about Comin' home with a nigga for the night? If you nervous, hit the lights I know we only fucking out of spite 'Cause your man don't Do you right Do you right I could fuck you so good Then I hit you with the 9 a.m. in Dallas Who you like, baby, who you like? Machine gun raps for all my niggas in the back Stadium packed, just glad to see the city on the map I just gave the city life, it ain't about who did it first It's about who did it right, niggas looking like "Preach" Open cases on me for a half a million each I find peace knowing that it's harder in the streets, I know Luckily I didn't have to grow there I would only go there 'cause there's niggas that I know there I don't know what's getting into me I just like the rush When you see your enemy somewhere in the club and you realize He just not in a position to reciprocate your energy You ain't ever worried 'cause he's not who he pretends to be People like Mazin who was, a best friend to me Start to become a distant memory Things change in that life and this life started lacking synergy And fucking with me mentally, I think it's meant to be Yeah, paranoid, always rolling with my motherfuckin' boys But you gotta understand when it's yours They don't really leave your ass with a motherfuckin' choice, man I just love when I'm with you Yeah, this shit is on ten We used to be friends, girl And even back then You would look at me with no hesitation And you'd tell me baby It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody and that What made me think about the game, girl And how I switched it up with a new thing Young nigga came through on his Wu-Tang And nowadays when I ask about who got it They say it's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody It's yours, nobody else's Yeah, this shit belong to nobody, it's yours It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, that's for sure That's for sure It's yours, it's yours, it's yours, that's for sure That's for sure (How you feel about?) (It's yours, it's yours) (It's yours, it's yours)