Lyrical Breakdown of Semi On Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Semi On Em" 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 "Semi On Em" 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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Bitch, it's young Gucci Mane, you heard that I go coco-loco
So much money that my pitbull got a diamond choker
I'm on a yacht, me and my plug, and yeah, we playin' poker
Sippin' coladas, smokin' ganja, he's a heavy smoker
I started right here in the city, they call me a local
I rob you blind and burn the money like the fuckin' Joker
And if you don't believe me, ask them hoes at Strokers
So much money in the air, can't even see the sofa
So much kush smoke in the air, can't help but smell the odor
They say I cook so many deuces my arm need a motor
Half a pint in the Mountain Dew, now that's a dirty soda
And-and I sell so many chickens, think I work for Kroger (ayy)
I'm flexin', countin' gualas, park this Lexus, I don't ride 'em (Nah)
Bad yellow bitch, passin' unless she a rider (ayy, thottie, ayy, ayy)
She is down to ride with me and she gon' hold my Glocky (glocky, bang, bang)
Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off, she gon' pop him (pop him, bang, bang)
All of us like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch, I'm Big Papa (ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch, I got him (bang, bang, ayy, ayy)
Drive-thru, In-N-Out (skrrt), I throw 'em up, Benihanas (gang, gang)
Ridin', Hemi, semi on me (skrrt), catch his ass, semi on 'em (bang, bang)
I-I-I been shotta callin' since I hit the lotto, ballin' (gang, gang, gang)
My diamonds know voodoo, 504, bitch, they from New Orleans (bang, bang, bang)
Ring, ring, money callin', gotta go, you not important (Ring, ring, ring)
I'm smokin' TuTu and Tooka and countin' money, tourin' (gang, gang)
My Ruger hold a thirty, you can't hold a fuckin' chorus (Click-clack, bang, bang)
That's eighty shots at your face, better be good at duckin' bullets (grrah, bang, bang)
Pull up in that Lord, that's that shit them hoes adore (skrrt, gang)
I pull up to the club and tell a bitch to hop aboard (skrrt, bitch, I'm bangin')
Baby, I'm a king (bang), I know I am not a Lord (I ain't, ayy)
But I'm Almighty So' and that's that shit that I send shottas for (bang, bang)
I'm smokin' paraphernalia (bang, bang) with a Glock in tours (gang)
Make that bitch sing a melody (bang), you get lots of chorus (bang, bang)
I'm flexin', countin' gualas, park this Lexus, I don't ride 'em (Nah)
Ayy, bad yellow bitch, passin' unless she a rider (Thottie, ayy, ayy)
She is down to ride with me and she gon' hold my Glocky (glocky, bang, bang)
Ayy, if she see a opp, I tell her pop off, she gon' pop him (Pop him, bang, bang)
All of us like 2Pac, Notorious, bitch, I'm Big Papa (Ayy, ayy)
If I see a opp, I spot him, shot him, bitch, I got him (bang, bang, ayy, ayy)
Drive-thru, In-N-Out (skrrt), I throw 'em up, Benihanas (gang, gang)
Ridin', Hemi, semi on me (skrrt), catch his ass, semi on 'em