Lyrical Breakdown of 15 Minutes Past The Diamond - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "15 Minutes Past The Diamond" 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 "15 Minutes Past The Diamond" 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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[Intro:] Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane geah Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane uhh Gucci Mane, Gucci Mane [x2] So Icy E-N-T [x3] It's the kid [x2] It's the kid again [echoes] [Chorus: x2] Shawty asked me what time it is? I said it's fifteen minutes past the diamonds bitch In Laflare, in the cockpit, Gucci the prophet Bel Air shoppin, West coast hoppin [Gucci Mane:] Gucci~! Niggaz get popped still not get Cochran Now ask Josh Avanta [?] or Egalin [?] Lawyers, doctors, and policemen Jewelers, Buellers, and co-pilots My hood life [?] burn the verse like lightning My flow so frightening, it not nothin nice man See I shoot bul-let's and you shoot dice man It's my life man, so I'm a stay [?] See I'm no red man, and I'm no white man I don't pay a car check, my Aston Martin My chain be shinin, my grill be sparklin It's Gucci darlin, now whassup shawty? [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] Shawty so sexy but she be flexin Oh he ride Lexus, ooh I fly frequent Oh he pop bottles, then I'm not drinkin Oh that smell stinkin, is what I'm just thinkin This whole outside why didn't you make it? Oh boy you left it, so bitch I bet ya In and out the Range with a four dollar outfit Talkin 'bout your man tell him why you a trick bitch On to the next one, shawty the best one From Houston, Texas, damn she vibrant Crushin, blushin, I got her smilin The sunburnt eyelids, but I'm not whylin I'm admirin, she perspirin The way she dancin, has got me risin Let's go kick it, let's go shoppin Tear the mall up girl I'm not poppin [Chorus] [Gucci Mane:] It's Gucci baby, it's "groovy baby" The Maybach mango, the inside gravy My wrist game crazy, connect beez hazy My 180, the track Fugazi The black still shady, I know they hate me The white won't date me, but you won't let up But you know better, cause you gon' save her I know you paid her, did her favors But that's not player, and that's not gangster My fingers got a pimp [?] cause I'm no banker See I'm her thinker, battleship sank her So Icy Entertainment we cuttin off fangers [Chorus]