Lyrical Breakdown of Devils In My Section - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Devils In My Section" 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 "Devils In My Section" 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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(Zaytoven)
(This is not a diss, it's just the truth)
(Wop)
(Go)
Middle of November, it ain't even December
Nigga brought my name up, I guess they don't remember
Avondale to Canlobow to 'Crest to Allen Temple (huh?)
Yeah, play with Gucci Mane, I'm sendin' your ass to Donald Trump
I can still remember (yeah), I popped him like a pimple (woo)
I read the autopsy, bullets went straight through his dimple (pew, pew)
My gunners, they got gunners
My runners, they got runners
I'm low-ballin' the number when I front 'em, please don't fumble (skrrt)
They say I was "too thugged out", wouldn't let me meet Obama ('Bama)
The judge said I'm "a problem", said it right in front of my mama (mama)
I'm thinkin' to myself, "What would you have done, your honor?" (Honor)
Pistol-whip that bitch who set me up out her pajamas (bitch)
Fuckin' mulinanes tried to test Gucci cajons (mula, yeah)
Last thing I heard that in the woods, that's a rumor
See, I'm the type that pull up too deep in a rental (skrrt)
Who wanna go to hell? 'Cause Gucci tryna send you
It's a lot of demons in my section, please remember (yeah)
If you ain't bustin' fire, then you can't be a member (go)
It's a lot of devils in my section, please remember
If you ain't got no bodies, then you can't be a member (Wop)