Lyrical Breakdown of Duck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Duck" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Be all on that shit right there mane I be the same nigga though on the real though "Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats through the song] [Chorus:] You niggaz better duck [x4] You niggaz better duck (you niggaz better duck?) [x4] [Verse 1:] Uhh, round here these lil niggaz don't care I swear they'll fuck around and shoot cha in the hair (in the hair) They'll fuck around and rob ya for a square I swear fuck around and put some wheels on ya chair (Some wheels on my chair?) Yeah some wheels on ya chair (Like that there?) Murk a nigga if he stare Over paper no plastic, I be stretch like elastic Got a wind in the traffic, I'm a beast I'm a savage From a Chris to a casket, over drink is a habit From polit to lavish, rappers argue and cambish Them niggas ain't fake mane we foreal We ride shoes the size of a ferris wheel We got scrill, we got goop We a kill, we'll shoot ya If it's necessary or unnecessary Put'cha in the cemetery, I ain't never scared BEITCH! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Uhh, we all the way official like a military missle All my niggaz strapped with them military pistols Better hit the deck 'fore them medal thangs hit'cha Hide in the bathtub take ya kid with'cha Uhh, it's all bad it ain't good Brother mailman on me don't wanna come in my neighbourhood (neighbourhood) She rock stucking with wood Yo block prolly the same, bullets ain't got no name We goin buck, buck, buck, buck, niggaz better duck They'll fuck you up, up, up, up, time to huddle up (uhh) Be copicoral we setting leave a alone Caught loose pants down digging in the snows Gotta do my peas and my toes it ain't promise Keep my third eye on the game it ain't amiss Keep my enemies close and my family closer No drop a toaster roaster but my toaster approach ya BEITCH! [Chorus] "Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats until fades]