Lyrical Breakdown of gnx - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Tell 'em Kendrick did it, aye, who showed you how to run a blitz? Tell 'em Kendrick did it, who put the West back in front of shit? Tell 'em Kendrick did it, aye, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it Tell 'em Kendrick did it, like, what- Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it? Have you ever had to flip your unemployment? On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin' Aye, on the dead ones We'll treat an enemigo like some bread crumbs All of my killers on go, like, who said so? Redrum, all I think about when I see heads come Do my dance, hit the chop when I see opps go Let 'em claim it, we the ones who really pop, bro Don't televise it, we the ones who lettin' chops blow Opps know, let 'em piss him off and it's a flop show Murder Man, singin' murder music, I'm from Murder Van Beat the pussy up like I been celibate and I murder sound Who is in? One and only shotta, known as Murder Man Catch you doin' dirty, it's no other way but murder plans I broke her heart and you the type to go and fix it Don't wanna speak if you ain't talkin' 'bout no tickets I'm bougie with it, but I might just let you kiss it Hit that block with diamonds on me, you could tell young Peysoh did it Tell 'em Peysoh did it Aye, who showed you how to run a blitz? Tell 'em Peysoh did it Who put the West back in front of shit? Tell 'em Peysoh did it Aye, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it Tell 'em Peysoh did it Like, wha— Hi, have you ever been a joint and you know it? Have you ever had to flip your unemployment? On the dead guys, nigga, I ain't goin' Hop out suicide doors, it's the Hitta, man You don't wanna see them doors slidin' on the Caravan I know killers who was catchin' bodies and not one fade I was thirteen up at Avalon, poppin' chains Fourteen, ride minibikes with some dead friends Twenty-one, flag on my head like a Taliban Twenty-five, feelin' like the box, it was full of sand At the cemetery, fuck that, that's where I could've been 142nd, I'm connected like I'm Rosecrans Kinda shit I seen, try and forget and I will pop a Xan' Uppin' scores, doin' files, sacrifices like a boxing ring Can't throw in the towel, pistol-packin' since a child Aye, like it's Iraq, shooter name Hussein Ridin' with the dirty blicky, switchy, make a new flame She said I been a dog all my life, "Bae, can you change?" True to my religion, Cuban links, more than 2Chainz Tell 'em Hitta did it Aye, who showed you how to run a blitz? Tell 'em Hitta did it Who put the West back in front of shit? Tell 'em Hitta did it Aye, I'm trippin' and I'm lovin' it It's gettin' down to the wire Get on my Bob the Builder shit, get down with the pliers Been comin' back-to-back hits, how this nigga ain't tired? I'm with some rockstar bitches, they want Lizzie McGuire I'm switchin' gears, I pop the clutch, I'll send a nigga up A risk-taker, I'll call you niggas' bluff If they hangin' out for real, we come deduct, tuckin' tails, they outta luck When it's wartime, they hidin' in the cut Y'all had y'all chance, y'all couldn't do it I swear I'm comin' worse than y'all baby moms, I'm puttin' niggas through it They hate to see me doin' it, meal ticket, I'm pursuin' it I'm in the field for real, UCLA Bruins They askin' how I do it? How a young nigga so fluent? I kept my mouth closed and I ain't never leave no witness D.O.A. up on the scene, tell 'em Young Threat did it, nigga