Lyrical Breakdown of Military Time (Feat. Salsalino and Baby Treeze) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Military Time (Feat. Salsalino and Baby Treeze)" 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 "Military Time (Feat. Salsalino and Baby Treeze)" 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.
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Uhh, I been up all night, out here on the grind
It's 0900, military time
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
I'm out here on the gravel, grindin' in the fog
Track record won't allow me, to get a job
Rollin' up a wood, lookin' like a log
Unlike the rest of the world, I still believe in God
My granny tellin' me to pray, continue bein' faithful
Don't side with the devil, he hella hateful
Pay attention to your warning signs
Be prepared to repent before he close the blinds
Pack a extra clip, let 'em know you with the shit
The niggas that kill you be the niggas you grew up with
I don't trust shit, I don't even trust my dick
Most of the time it get funk and it's over a bitch
Protect your punk and your medulla oblongata
Never know when they comin' to bust your head like a piñata
Can't be soft as Dr. Cotton, or Charmin toilet tissue
Stay on your P's and your Q's with the military issue
Uhh, I been up all night, out here on the grind
It's 0900, military time
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Roll in my hand, knots all up in my jeans
I don't know no friends, squad I be with my team
We floodin' the streets, Baton Rouge, New Orleans
They put me in the catapult, I'm soarin' to my dreams
You ain't on the same page, so get a book marker
A champ with the Glock, kicks like it's Foot Locker
If you ain't in it for no funds, then nigga look farther
These niggas out here buyin' guns, they tryna look harder
I'm young but a bitch smarter than the older age
You gotta learn to break the cycle if you wanna change
See I'm one of them guys to put you on your game
These bitches want a fly nigga like they Lois Lane
I'm so ashamed of these hoes with they lame asses
Ain't even got they head straight, they play the game backwards
I do it silk smooth in some great fabric
Then I get ghost like I'm James nigga, St. Patrick
Uhh, I been up all night, out here on the grind
It's 0900, military time
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
I keep my business on the low 'cause motherfuckers be foggy
It's military time, 40 trees and sausage
My grind on the road, and ain't nothin' can stop me
I might fall but I'm right back up like Rocky
Uh, I'm huntin' for that money like I need a debt
I'm just tryna keep it hot just 'cause I'm eatin' bread
Ay I hate bein' broke much as I do the Feds
Free my family members locked down, bustin' spreads
Uh, roll up a chop, I'ma blow it down
I be loaded like a Glock when it's full of rounds
Double F in this bitch and we known to clown
Puffin' on that loud pack, it be full of sand
Uh, all work no time off
I need them hundreds tax-free like a crime boss
Lil Baby came through, gave prime dogs
I'm a big dog, you just a pup like Shad Moss
Uhh, I been up all night, out here on the grind
It's 0900, military time
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)
Military time, military time (military)