Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PRONE!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "PRONE!" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Shit
Fuck, fuck
You heard what I said, little nigga, come on
Fuck, hmph
You know what it is, nigga
Fucked up, huh
Yeah, nigga
Woah, woah, woah-ho, hey
You think you know me
Since you be alone, catch this heat alone
Fuck your nigga's home, they gon' be alone
The AN-94 leave that nigga prone
(Motherfucker tired of hearing snitch)
Ha, huh, now you wanna start? (Wanna start?)
Big dog, hah, now you wanna bark? (Shit)
Get the thang, let it spark (Brrr, bark)
Peglord should've died in the aughts (Yeah)
How you gonna talk? (You gonna talk?)
When I see him I'ma send him to the Lord (Right)
One click, we gon' empty this cart
Plan B take charge (Fucker)
We can't find you at your job, we gon' be at home (Blat)
Heard you nigga up and coming we gon put him on
I ain't here to go try to conceal a chrome, let's get it on
Yeah, now get him gone (Get him gone)
Bullets through the neck and the backbone (Ugh)
Felt it (Felt), no stoppin' (No stoppin')
One stop turn Steve Bannon into Steve Hawking (Fuck 'em)
Since you be alone, catch this heat alone (Huh)
Fuck, your nigga's home, they gon' be alone
Big '94 leave that nigga prone
(Ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, don't get up)
It's the- oh
It's the ocean (It's the ocean)
And the trees (The trees)
And the birds (And the bir-)
And the bears, damn (The bears)
Oh my God (Oh my God)
And the- Ooh
Somebody, she's a beauty
A beauty, a beauty
Very special
Really and truly
And truly, yeah (Hey, nice)
(Oh, oh, that was the word!)