Lyrical Breakdown of Guilty - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Guilty" 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 "Guilty" 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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Holiday season! If being filthy rich is a crime I guess I'm guilty bitch I guess I'm guilty bitch I killed the rap and last night I pleaded self-defense I guess I'm guilty bitch I guess I'm guilty bitch These suckas talking nonsense I killed your homeboy Cause I don't have a conscience I'm strapped like Bronson Brick Squad, Trap House, beat bunking I'm wild like Tarzan I'm swinging through the Zone 6 In Ferraris. It's on again I go to win, strap-for-strap I go rap for rap, I rep the trap Refuse the death but game to slap My phone is tapped I'm off the wall and off the scale Came out of jail like A bat out of hell I refuse to pay up, gotta salute the myth Got Clientele, I might as well I'm moving weight from state-to-state I gots to get my aconchelet(?) I know the feds be watching me But there ain't no way they stopping me Drop a pack off to my lawyer Take these charges, overturn em Roll the kush in my trial papers And burn em - I'm not going The fork in it and my Glock showing If it don't shine then it's not glowing Ain't mine if it's not foreign Broke ho - bitch you not knowing! They was rap touring I was behind the bus With packs for em Didn't plan on digging this up But I need a shovel Good looking, Gucci got me back I'm trying to buy another Pounds of mid and my college bitch's House neighbors complaining about the smell They got her kicked out They popping down to the last pill In Cashville I'm getting it fast still, on the real I feel it