Lyrical Breakdown of Internet Chatter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Internet Chatter" 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 "Internet Chatter" 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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Had to take a breath of fresh air
Murda, Guwop
(Murda on the beat, so it's not nice)
Only two choices you got, dead or in prison (huh?)
That's what my folks told me, but I still didn't listen
Everything gravy 'til them folks start snitchin'
You can't stand the heat, then get your a- out the kitchen
These rappers go broke and have to do a dummy mission
Don't be a crash dummy and go out like Frenchie (well, damn)
Every day ain't promised, the trap ain't got no pension
It must be fentanyl because he can't stop twitchin' (wow)
She talk too much, the b- won't stop -
I seen a n- in Terry hood and the boy turned Christian (well, damn)
These n- be h- and get treated just like some b-
How n- gettin' extorted when y'all n- got switches? (How?)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (go)
Y'all remember Gucci with the big ol' gut? (Huh?)
Down bad, Rice Street, 901 (well, damn)
Some n- tried to jump me five-on-one
You gotta stand on your ten in there, ain't got no gun (nah)
Free my n- Shiesty, I know it ain't no fun (free him)
Locked down, rich, still ain't got no bond
Hateful comments, act like I don't see it
Gucci got long money, that's no secret (no)
Big booty rich b- who I sleep with (Huh?)
N- think they slick, they wanna be me, I peep it
My bank account's obese and it keep gettin' fatter (fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matters (Wop)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (no)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (all that)
I'm not bothered by the internet chatter (naw)
I'ma make the haters get madder (get mad)
Lately, my pockets gettin' fatter and fatter (gettin' fat, fat, fat)
And lately, to me, that's all that matter (go)