Lyrical Breakdown of Gun Fever - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gun Fever" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Hieroglyphics weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gun Fever" 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 Hieroglyphics 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 Hieroglyphics's narrative.

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Shots echo when they ghetto We try to keep it mellow but you gotta keep that metal In a saved up place A spade is a spade If a joker come up out of his face Here comes the ace Murder at the dance hall, BUH BUH BUH You better have a fast draw if you got that glass jaw Why these young niggas whiling? It seems like living in the city is like living on an island This high Come visit man, it's real Iraq Just had to wield my ratchet just to build my racket These youngsters ain't asking, they running up and they clacking Assassins gassing, hey you're gasping for your last one And some, when the door get low and sold his soul Gun hand jumping better hope it don't Have you bent like Gumby when your Pokey gone And an enormous hole from the forty-four Or the fever Rap raw, been thugging Sawed-off shotty, Hacksaw Jim Duggans The Remington 11-87 in the Pennington 50 cal law can't fit 'em in the minivan I hit 'em from outside of the city span Quicker than any man It's a shoulder and I knew he wouldn't come, either I ain't a gangsta, got gun fever See I'mma squeeze her You shaking with the feeling of a seizure I show you the proper procedure to meet the reaper We the feature, the fans filling up the bleachers They want to be witnesses to the killing of you creatures I light 'em up like torching keefer with my reefer This is gun sex and I'm a skeeter not a leaker (ahh...) Soon as a pull my heater on your leader Either you eager to beat or we gon' see if you gon' bleed or Gun fever Gun fever will leave you running cheetah Your tongue keep weaving and I'll leave your lungs bleeding Needing some stitches the cops need descriptions The pictures of the crime scene they asking who did it Seeing this vicious cycle in my vision Keeps me suspicious of passerbys and citizens People pack pistols in their pocket for protection from predators You never know when they might set it off