Lyrical Breakdown of Colostomy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Colostomy" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Colostomy" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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Young nigga
Free that Yoda Gang, you know that
Trust
Look, ayy, I was real on the block with the pistol
Young nigga, 14 shootin' missiles
Yellow tape, white chalk get you issue
Yellow tape, white chalk doin' bad
Pants down, pussy would not sag
He was fat, when he got shot, he turned skinny
Drac' ate up his face and he smell shitty
I put a nigga in his shit back, he shitted
Yeah, that's facts
Smokin' opp pack, this shit thrax
I'ma plead the fifth, I shot by Saks
Sliding with no tint tryna catch
Young nigga in the tent, in the Jag'
I had went to running, I got back
Promise they ain't fucking with Lil Yak
Promise they ain't fucking with my clique
Beat a nigga block with a stick
Yak say get ya, it's a blitz
Headshot, bah, it's a hit
Wiz, you know how I'm zoolin', AR-15 with the coolin'
Nigga, what it is? What we doin'?
How you finna play it? Let's get movin'
Beat a nigga block all night
If we see the nigga, it's on sight
Write that boy a letter, send that boy a kite
Get up on his clothes, take a nigga life
I'ma catch a body, nigga, you gon' die
I know that you scared, I can see your eyes
(Bah, bah-bah-bah)
Fuck nigga
PCB with the spice
I'm a big ol' Z, I'm a Snipe
I don't petty beef, it's for life (know what it is)
I don't petty beef, I'm tryna kill
Take the track device off the rim
Back seat, ride or not the middle
I'm the only who sent it, how you figure?
I'm the one who did it to that nigga
Bounce out, nigga, hydraulics
I got bitches lined up in the lobby
I ain't Tr3yWay, I keep it shotty
I ain't came to play, I want your body
I ain't came to play, I want your soul
Your dog got shot, the nigga told
We were bendin' back to back in the Focus
Bendin' back to back and some more shit
His opps smokin' on this nigga, potent
Perky got me dizzy, got me floatin'
Niggas can't block us, too much motion
I'm tryna kill that nigga and get some more bands
Bro jacking shit with no lotion
Infrared beam but it's green
I'ma make a scene on the scene
They don't call me, "Kodak" for no reason
Shoot a nigga lights, camera, action
Monkey suit on me, I got fashion
Monkey suit swingin' with the tree branch
I don't Crip walk, do my Z dance
Bend with a stick 'fore I bend with a Glock
I'ma hit your block with a big ass chop'
Eat a nigga face on site playing with my top
You ain't heard about me, only get the city high
Hit a scene, no ski, lettin' of 50 shots