Lyrical Breakdown of Fuk Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fuk Em" 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 "Fuk Em" 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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If you really gettin' it how you say, then hold your watches up?
If I let 'em live, I'm back to gettin' it in, them niggas time up
They ain't gotta aks me what it is, I throw mine up
Lil' fine shit, ain't got no time to talk, lil' bitch, I'm tryna fuck
Judge, fuck him, DA, fuck him
Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em
My team winnin', my teeth hittin'
Recovered off a fumble, then I ran it up in minutes
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em
Ay, who the fuck is you? Yeen standin' like I'm standin'
You ain't gangsta like I'm gangsta, 'plyin' pressure, you ain't no Phantom (at all)
You ain't got stripes, you ain't no tiger, concrete jungle, yeen no animal
Yeen swaggin' like I'm swaggin', huh, Louis bandana
Tied around my neck, the belt to match, Gucci bandana
Trappin' a Jim Jones, Killer Kam, Juelz Santana
You ain't even water to Baton Rouge, still in the trenches controllin' traffic (huh)
You don't pull up and hop out solo, you ain't Mr. Louisiana
Ay, wassam? Bitch, I'm outchea, I'm Mr. Louisiana (for real)
Ooh, lost my train of thought, I ball back up on a addy (pour one up)
I took a good girl, I hit from the back, she want me to be her daddy (ooh)
Breadwinner be on the hat with the strap, it's cute when I turn it backwards, ooh
Judge, fuck him, DA, fuck him
Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em
My team winnin', my teeth hittin'
Recovered off a fumble, then I ran it up in minutes
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em
On the internet tryna build it, actin' like they don't fuck wit' us (why? Huh, huh)
(Huh) heat the city up (why? Huh, huh), bitch, you know what up (huh)
Gettin' the strip and gettin' it born (huh, huh, huh, huh), I'm 'bout to heat this bitch back up (what up?)
And who started sayin' I'm him? Could you remind this bitch, again? (I'm him)
Kodak, on that broccoli, I'm a healthy kid (I did)
Who gon' act like they ain't catch it? Huh, rewind this bitch, again (for real)
You ain't invisible hand sense, sprint to the back, Mariah Carey
Mouth a movie, Brasi platinum, pop out, e'rybody starin'
Bunk beds, diamonds cross the T-O-P and bottom bracket (bling, blaow)
Went and saw Kevin Sands, I coulda bought a Phantom
My new bitch super bad and we be turnin' heads in traffic (straight up)
Judge, fuck him, DA, fuck him
Free the real out the pen', I miss 'em, I love 'em
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
If they ever violated, fuck 'em, let they mama love 'em
My team winnin', my teeth hittin'
Recovered off a fumble, then I ran it up in minutes
Hos, fuck 'em, niggas, fuck 'em
Hold it down for my kids, I miss 'em, I love 'em