Lyrical Breakdown of Violence - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Violence (Explicit) (feat. Bezel) Juelz Santana Buy for $0.99 Subscribe Start Free Radio Huh, okay, put the kids to bed Put 'em to bed now I said put 'em to bed now! Do it! Yeah, yeah It's goin' down DipSet, bitch Juelz Santana Ay Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope This is violence (violence, violence) This is violence (violence) Violence The champ is back Yup This is my anthem track Yup This wasn't made for to dance or for your hands to clap This that Gutter, gutter motherfucker Ay This that Get your knife, time to gut a motherfucker Ay They hand you the snub Dismantle your mug A head shot have you looking like you shampoo with blood The vandalous thugs The scandalous thugs That go to your block, piss on the spot where your candle's put up This ain't no damn push music Or no hammish (?) music This ain't party time it's army time Ambush music This that cripple fly, kill a guy, full blown gorilla-fied Don't go in the club if you can't get your clip inside music This that half a pound, back 'em down, ask around Nobody say nuttin', cause they know they gon' get gatted down music That pop and squeeze, lots of screams, guess what Coppers, we ain't never forgot about Rodney King music Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope This is violence (violence, violence) This is violence (violence) Violence Let's get ready to rumble (yup) This that gritty, gritty for shizzy y'all (yup) For shizzy, nizzy, I'll kill a nigga, he piss me off (Ay) Heat him down, keep the pound, see him now, beat him down I ain't talkin' 'bout a bush when I say he'll get beat around music He ain't actin' right, grab and fight, stab him right Show dude old school snatches at taxes night Sip sizzurp, smoke weed, x up, coke, please Dope fiends, get a load of this new codeine That music, crack music, peel a nigga cap to it No reason at all This music is that stupid (Ay) It's the code of silence (no it's) Spoken silence Right now I am promoting violence (Ay) Why shouldn't I get the vest and spit the thing (Ay) When y'all promote cigarettes and nicotine (Ay) And y'all hope we stop it Y'all told me stop it Y'all the ones that keep promoting violence (Ay) Grip to it, kick to it Fuck that, spit to it Sorry people, party people This ain't kids' music Nope This is violence (violence, violence) This is violence (violence) Violence This the shit that the gangstas love Stomp out a gang of bud Squeeze off a gang of slugs We gotta vacate the club music That's how the gangstas does Shanking O.J., a thug Go get your glock, and let it pop Just like Bacon does music We the few left that does what we do best This here, get clear Illegal in the U.S. I overdosed the injection that leave you posted and deaded This so gangsta, they can't make a radio edit This that act correct, cause I ain't got to pack a Tec I could just snap my hand and have a nigga snap ya neck This the talk is cheap, so I let the luger speak Pump the torch, then dump the corpse off in Dawson's Creek The O.G. killer is back So if you're living is whack Come see me, little nigga, I'll give you a gat like Here, here's a hammer nigga Here, go hurt a nigga Here, go jam a nigga Here, go murk a nigga