Lyrical Breakdown of Warning - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Warning" 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 "Warning" 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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War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one
Warning warning when he die no one notice
When we die they make sculptures
Warning pick the side you're supposed to
In these streets ain't no surviving the vultures
So much coke you young boys won't believe it
Hopping off J E T S I'm Revis
Island stylin' minks to the floor
(To the floor? Nigga what you need a stylist for?)
Before red carpets I was into narcotics
Beatin' bad bitches, rats and all charges
Black Gucci flip flops steppin' off teak
Gotta get from round you niggas you all leech
Robin guess it's just my lifestyle
I know I'm wrong but the Rollie got the right dial
I mean I gotta be the greatest shot the G O D
You can't believe how many fiends my eyes seen OD
My West coast shorty throw DUB with four fingers
Ma you a pleasant surprise like Porzingis
Been just wave one button like a vato
My niggas used to run through the tunnel like El Chapo
Warning warning when he die no one notice
When we die they make sculptures
Warning pick the side you're supposed to
In these streets ain't no surviving the vultures
Warning warning when he die no one notice
When we die they make sculptures
Warning pick the side you're supposed to
In these streets ain't no surviving the vultures
How dare you allow people to compare you
Better be careful 'cause I don't care you
Tried to be my friend but I didn't care to
Bob and weave y'all hoes like hairdos
I'm from the Boogie man why would I fear you
When you scared to death and your flunkies is scared too
Felt your heart trembling when I came near you
Beatin' outta your chest I thought it would tear through
What's your war plan they should of prepared you
I'm ready to ride on bitches, already in gear too
They said for me to blow that I had to air you
Could of ended your career but I spared you
Seen you a frenemy I had a clear view
Now they behind me them hoes in my rear-view
Ya hate fallin' on deaf ears they can't hear you
I'm shittin' on bitches where the fuck is the bathroom
Warning warning when he die no one notice
When we die they make sculptures
Warning pick the side you're supposed to
In these streets ain't no surviving the vultures
Warning warning when he die no one notice
When we die they make sculptures
Warning pick the side you're supposed to
In these streets ain't no surviving the vultures
War war war war war war warning fear one
War war war war war war warning fear one