Lyrical Breakdown of 1st Day Out Tha Feds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1st Day Out Tha Feds" 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 "1st Day Out Tha Feds" 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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Yah Swizzop It's Gucci Mike Will I'm hearing shooters load pistols while I'm brushing my teeth I get so many death threats it's getting normal to me But I bend don't break, I don't ask just take Black gloves, black tape and I don't play nor pray Wake up and take a piss, I hear 'em sharpening knives Main focus every day is make it out here alive Take a shower in my boots and go to sleep in my shoes Last night I had a dream some killers ran in my room Trying to be patient but nigga I can't wait On the chase to kill my enemies and beat my case So when they ask me how I feel about 'em I can't say You either with me, or against me, or you in my way I got a pack of hungry wolves and if I don't feed em Then they might turn on me, feel like I don't need em I keep the best pedigree but hell I don't breed em It's a lot of people scared of me and I can't blame em They call me crazy so much, I think I'm starting to believe em I did some things to some people that was down right evil Is it karma coming back to me, so much drama My own mama turned her back on me, and that's my mama I lost three people close to me in one summer Ten years later still don't know shot up my Hummer But I bend I don't break, I don't ask I take Black gloves and black tape, nigga it's my first day Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop Fuck you, fuck you Pussy Wop, Wop, Wop, Wop