Lyrical Breakdown of Informant - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Informant" 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 "Informant" 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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I sit around in the with my young niggas Sellin' narcotics Boys in the hood, wanna see a dead body? Fuck 12, cause a nigga got a 12-gauge shotty And I heard Vicky boy just shot somebody Rude boy, tote a [?] with the bumbaclot Rasclatbetter run, cause Im lookin sharp Head shot, pop pop pop pop pop to your dreadlock And I drop the informant who talk to the damn cops[Verse 1]I'm a soldier on the battlefield I murk your ass for real Got a young nigga who love to kill More bodies than a Navy Seal These young boys ain't got nothin' to do But somethin' to prove and somethin' to shoot Kill you on you birthday Take you cake, and fuck your lady too Shoot you in yourdreads Now, have a Rastafarian funeral"[?] is a traitor" she said to his [?]Hundred wawa's, all with woppers Ain't no fucking breathing room18 karat golden choppa my hollow tip got diamonds (burr) Extended clip I dipped my clip inrose gold, so it match my jewelry, fool" Gucci Mane got stupid money, but that boy ain't lyrical" I'm Eazy-E, reincarnated, but without the Jheri curl ( R. I. P.) Without the Dre Beats on my ear And ice cubes on mybaby girl[Hook][Verse 2]Here's you a little tip Gucci Mane a miracle Call me anything but lyrical The shit gonna get physical[?] on your bitch ass I fucked her in the living room She tried to get you to rob the wop now the bitch in critical Short, fine Big butt, with a fat purse[?] nine, show time Make that gat burst I don't mind But, don't touch it 'till you ask first My new chick She'll eat a dick like a bratwurst[?]I sip the lean Pancake, Mrs. Butterworth100K on three whips, that's a T-rex100 pounds, I didn't pay I got a weeddebt