Lyrical Breakdown of Rainbow Six - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty Cunty, cunty, cunty, cun Cunty, cunty, cunty, cunty, cun-, cun Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah (You think you know me) Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Boolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop Pull up on yo' block with the pistol Slap you up nigga, little boy, just dismiss you I don't give a fuck, right punch you, it's official I don't give a shit, lil' nigga, you need tissue For your fucking face 'cause it's full of the blood Blood, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, bloody, blood Smack you fuckin' up, nigga, I take a stub Grab you fuckin' up nigga, put you in the trunk Fuck with me, nigga I take you to the dump Me nigga, I What you niggas want? Huh Got that thang in the trunk, huh What you niggas need? (Yeah) huh Pills, crack, coke, weed, huh Pressure, pressure (lord forgive me, I'm sorry) I don't wanna hit 'em with the K I don't wanna hit 'em with the K (hit 'em all in the body) I'ma have to go and be the bad man Baby I'ma put him in his place I'ma have to do it to you baby (i just caught another body) I'ma have to give him something 'mazing (hit 'em all in the body) Tell 'em when I'm talking to my baby (lord forgive me, I'm sorry) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you should know I got the straight drop (straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (straight drop) Coolin' on the block with the Glock cocked And you know I got the straight drop (straight drop) Look, it's the young alt-right menace What's the pistol to a pennant? Treat a writer like a cynic, nigga, huh Surface level niggas never get it Fuck a rating and a cynic (ooh) Always talking, never livin', nigga, huh I don't make no music for these niggas (ooh) Say they wanna be a critic But they cannot take no criticism, huh Nigga, we the junkies, they the dealers I be rappin', they be triggered You be writin', I'm a killer, nigga what? Fuck is this song? Fuck is my whip? Fuck up your streams, I got the rips Skinny and paid, I'm Taylor Swift We at your job, catch you on shift Nigga, you gone I don't like you (nigga, I'm-) Niggas don't want it (fuck, oh) Lord forgive me, I'm sorry (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit 'em all in the body (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Lord forgive me, I'm sorry I just caught another body Hit 'em all in the body I had to get some money (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hit 'em all in the body I don't wanna be alone It's so hard for me to trust you, baby I'm around you, baby I got so much on me 40, I'd drown you, baby I don't wanna drown you, baby I just wanna love you, baby I got too much for me Oh my God, I'm so weak Holy fuck, I'm lonely