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