Lyrical Breakdown of 1017 Mafia - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1017 Mafia" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "1017 Mafia" 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 Gucci Mane 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 Gucci Mane's narrative.
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Thugga and Guwop got 100 choppas
1017 we the, Mafia
We the motherfuckin' mafia nigga
No less than 20 in my tribe full of niggas
Got these bitches bending over like a lineman
Make the pot, bitch straight over like a [?]
Everybody get that green, we the [?]
All my slime crickets, I think we need lemons
1017 the mothafucking movement
Pipe that bitch down, I'ma duel it
The way I thaw and through it, I'm a Uzi
Bought a bitch a pair of shoes, and fuck her booty
Hol' it, don't let up, these niggas can't catch with thugga no thugger
We eatin' no other
I'm chubby like my brother
I'm chubby like my mother
We take all yo goodies, and go straight to Costco
Catch up with yo bitch, and turn her into a sucka
She not what I see, but you know we Russia
Pigment early, clubbin' later
I'm not no candy, but I am a jawbreaker
You think I'm gay, I'ma send ya to meet your maker
Put a hole in yo head like a piston