Lyrical Breakdown of Every Lil' Thing - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Every Lil' Thing" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.

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It ain't a diss song, is jus a real song. Alotta people be feeling offended by, you know, what the fuck I do I just tell the truth tho... (GET 'EM GATES) I'm a god in the city, A god I'm a god in New Orleans, a Don in BR. Showin' Detroit I don't need no semi When da drank on line imma buy too many, I been pouring up really when i felt like dyin' went hard couldn't cry, but the pain aint endin'. Emotional strains, strain ain't endin', These niggas pretending, fuck is you kidding? See it in my eyes i'm a soldier really, These teardrops don't make me serious, They just tell a story, Consider me a poet, On parole, Ain't no Weed blowin'. Fell in love wit a stripper, could ya blame me for it? Baby just lie, don't tell me the truth, The truth still hurt and my heart still proof, Never love no bitch, I ain't part a no crew. Everybody round look em dead in the eyes, (Look) When trouble come round they gon' turn on you (turn on you) Turn on who? Imma hol' it down for my niggas in the pen, doin life, wont change up. When I tell my brudda Mazi that I love em he don't ever say it back to a nigga, fo' da phone hang up. Hope a nigga know that if he touch what I love, On the hush mothafucka you gon' give ya brain up. Me, You... Anythang I Do, Anythang I Do, Anythang I Do... Run around my city on flow (on flow), Niggas don't want no bro (no bro). Anythang I Do, Anythang I Do.