Lyrical Breakdown of Tony - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tony" 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 "Tony" 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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Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found
And I made my bones in East Atlanta
Started from the bottom like Tony Montana
Yellow-black 'Rari look like a yellow bandana
Crazy young niggas that'll kill you on camera
Gucci Mane got plenty ammo
Y'all gon' need so many candles
Got me bent, I'll bend ya backwards
Choppas split ya, bent ya backwards
Smoke ya like a pack of Backwoods
Go forward, ain't never backwards
Pounds of weed and tons of coca
I ran off on Sosa, baby
All my bitches love a gangster
All my bodies drug-related
These escalated, Fevzi made it
My diamonds are never hazy
Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found
Sold so many drugs (Whoa)
They done put me on the Forbes List
Ran off with so many packs
They done put me on the hit list (Woo)
And I'm always coming back
Fuck niggas can't stop this shit (Coming back)
Niggas creepin' out in the back
Put a nigga on the rocket list
Ridin' around in my town, important
Hit me a lick, it's enormous (Skrrt)
Uh, run with that sack (Run)
They be looking for you in the morning (Hey)
Uh, look at the batch (Batch)
Got the whole world swarming (Uh)
Uh, look at the racks (Woo)
Got the whole world screamin' Tony
I feel like Tony when them shooters tried to run in his house
Watching the camera with a choppa and a blunt in my mouth
Facing a FBI inditement, ain't no bonding me out
I feel like OJ beat a murder 'cause two bodies got found