Lyrical Breakdown of Gotta Bang - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gotta Bang" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Inspectah Deck weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gotta Bang" 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 Inspectah Deck 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 Inspectah Deck's narrative.
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Yo man, like you see
All of them creeps over there, man?
And you know they ain't cool
'Cuz you know they gonna want some static
I just might slap ya bitch and strip her clothes
For fun and pull out guns like Axl Rose
Undermine me and see your future dissipate
Right in front of yo eyes, ain't no surprise
'Cuz I leave you fucked up, laid out, dilated
Pupils, everybody you with, all pupils
Poodles to pit bulls, quiet as cougars
Maneuvers, silent, violent shooters
Get involved in this tangle, try me, mane
And I'ma hit you so many time, I'll be damned
If your homies don't feel it, yo mama too
I know about your block and where we bring the drama to
I'm more than set, I'm set and more
And I said it before with the choppers, I'm war
Thug illegal [Incomprehensible]
To start poppin' them thangs
Before you say another word, tryin' to talk and explain
Niggas wanna shout my name
Best believe we got to bang
Squeeze off, pop them thangs
Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs
I walk my talk, I'm a boss
I leave you out your frame
Haters wanna block my game
Don't twist it, it's not no game
Yo, I'm still on top of the game
And the thrill's still hotter than flame
What I spill cause drama to brains
And I bill drop bombs on ya lane
Killa Hill, still honor the name
The drill's still more of the same
More portion to gain, I'm rock bottom
No problem to bang beyond locks
Son got em in chains
He knock on them chains
He on the block where they're poppin' them thangs
Six figure wide ride, broads be flier than dimes
She like the iron, she be right be my side
Reason why she be liver than guys
Niggas plot your demise
Shake your hand, look you right in your eyes
I only fuck with heads I can trust
The usual suspects, the next up, Deck and Kurupt
Get your neck cut messin' with us
The weapons'll bust, your best bet, just step to the cut
Niggas wanna shout my name
Best believe we got to bang
Squeeze off, pop them thangs
Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs
I walk my talk, I'm a boss
I leave you out your frame
Haters wanna block my game
Don't twist it, it's not no game
Yo, why would I change my persona, nigga
If it helped me to grow? Helped me to glow
Helped me to help you niggas know
Helped me to show you niggas I'm the same OG
From when the Wu came through like in the streets
When Tha Dogg Pound drops sounds
That you couldn't believe
I'm on the grounds, lead spray painting M.O.P.
What now? We ghetto mosh pit in this bitch
Nigga I don't gang bang
But I'll bang a gang you, you mothafuckas
I'm tryin' to tell you why I'm legit
Nigga I will bang bang
'Til I break a spring in the mothafucka
I'm with it all day, I get love from Brownsville
From Stapleton to Crenshaw to Long Way
So nigga y'all play and you'll get tossed around
'Cuz I'm focused now and I'm with the bosses now
Put your pocus down
And if a faggot bitch get one in his abdomen
You know I'm back around
Niggas wanna shout my name
Best believe we got to bang
Squeeze off, pop them thangs
Yes, indeed we 'bout them thangs
I walk my talk, I'm a boss
I leave you out your frame
Haters wanna block my game
Don't twist it, it's not no game
And they jumped me, you understand?
I didn't see any niggas, they all crawled up on me
You understand? Fuck it, you're [Incomprehensible]
'Cuz I don't wanna get stabbed in my back for nothin'
All niggas get stabbed or shot in my back
But dig this, I want 'em got, I want 'em layin' out