Lyrical Breakdown of I Won't Tell - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Won't Tell" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Won't Tell" 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 Fat Joe 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 Fat Joe's narrative.
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Baby, you could keep a secret
Calca, kills mania, hey, ey, ah, ah
Fresh off the runway, pair white Nikes
Phantom top drop on that I 95
Pink see us sucka'z who but I?
I'm on my way to party a crew NY
Now I ain't gotta tell you that them boys pop bottles
And mami's lookin' like America's top model
She said, "Ya earring, look at that thing
That's even bigger then the rock on my ring"
Now she got a man, plays for the Hawks
I'm like, "Come on ma, you know me run New York"
J'z in the background, put you to bed
Says he's got brains, so I'm lookin' a head
And I'm lookin' for bread, I gotta eat on these streets
Shit 17-5 'bout to holla at G'z
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing
Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you
A material girl in a material world
Venus, Serena, my cereal girls
What you know about havin' dinner on a jet?
Make it back before the DJ's finished with his set
Now they call me the bird man when the door's ajar
Ghost ride the whip like I'm from Oakland y'all
It's the crack man and he ain't got a shot in the dark
The wrist is Jacob, earring Chapard
When the chows for chows out know it's the same thing
Bills so high, they throwin' the champagne
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing
Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you
Millionaire frames, Perrier rocks
Everyday a different chain, nigga get ya gear up
Name another fat guy fly like me
And get you right laid pipe all night like me
Call you fruity pebbles
'Cause you got so many spy bags
Purple ones, yellow ones, sky blue, the white bag
Hermes shit where ever you lay your eyes at
Red card, black card, I could buy that
Louis Vuitton, I'm truly the don
Christian, Lou Vuitton the blue is charm
I'm a real nigga, real niggas do real things
And I can keep a secret, it's the song that I sing
Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you
Baby I won't tell, if you don't want me to
'Cause I got a thing for you
I'd do anything for you, girl anything
Baby I won't tell, I'd never do that to you
'Cause baby, you got it and you got me
I got a thing for you
Yeah, see I won't tell, I won't tell
No, no, no, no
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah