Lyrical Breakdown of Gunz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gunz" 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 "Gunz" 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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What you think you gonna do with that gun?
I'm a gonna get'chu with it!
Now you give me that gun before you hurt somebody with it!
I'll give it to ya!
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Fuck me? Fuck you
I'm throwing up my middle, I hit'cha up with my AR pistol
They can't be pellets the way that the car was writtled
Turned his bones into grease, so I made his whip into scrap metal
Bullets boomerang, ricochet echo
But he had GEICO insurance, gecko
SKs, AKs, ARs and MACs
Thumpers, hammers, pistols, gats, ugh!
A gun can protect you
But it can also be the death of you
Gotta know what to do
Accidently shot himself and his homeboy, too (Where at?)
Turned his brain into goo
Best friend, now his family wanna sue
What kinda of roller was it? A .22
He had one in the chamber he never knew
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Ugh!
AR-15s, Mini 14s
MP5s, M16s
I'm a bully with fully, like Mess & Juice
Still up in the stove with my bulletproof
Apron making five hundred bucks an hour
Bringing home the bacon me and my tower of power
Top shelf not recon or flower (What is?)
But nickel rob mosquito, white lobster
Like Winchester, Smith & Wesson, AK-47
I'll teach yo ass a lesson
Machine gun or a rifle
Some people favorite rep (is what) is the Bible
You can lose your life over pennies, automatics, semis
Hit'chu up outta bounds coming out of Burger King or Wendy's
The post'll never leave the crib without yo gun
Bust round dope 'round
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Guns
Ugh!
Fresh out the box, brand new chops
With the cleaning kit, never been shot
Try'na pull a lick, but he got popped
Shot him in his dick, and they called the cops
Even Suburban people got guns
Why? For home invasions
.223s, Israel Uzis
Colt .45s, 9 millimees
12 gauge, sawed-off pump
Gotta be a renegade, when it come to funk
Some people got a switchblade, if they ain't gotta gun
I rather knuckle up and fade, 'cause I ain't a punk
I been hustling since 11th grade, and now I'm done
My mission is to get paid, and buy what I want
Communion jack of all trades, right now I'm hella drunk
Been drinking, perking all day, 'bout to smoke this blunt, bitch!
Guns
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