Lyrical Breakdown of Harlem Nights - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Harlem Nights" 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 "Harlem Nights" 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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(DA got that dope)
Mmm, shawty leavin' me on seen 'cause I'm outta sight
Uh, thinkin' 'bout them days and all the nights
When they use a nigga pride on then Harlem nights
Cracker racist, but I'm talkin' to him like I'm nice, yeah
I'm so motherfuckin' bored, I'ma read a book
I've been pushin' up the pawn tryna steal a rook
I 'on't wanna catch Corona so I'm drinkin' Bel Air Luxe
My niggas want me on the corner, but I'm in the booth
The Hatian mafia Crips told me that they got my back
But when I'm bendin' the whip through Harlem I still tote the pipe
Niggas hatin' on the low, but I be too damn high
They tryna catch me out the door, that's why I stay inside
I'm switchin' lanes and fuckin' models, think my baby know
'Cause shawty always tryna argue, I'ma shoot her toe
Me and Miami on the yacht, she tryna drive the boat
I got her fucked up 'bout my lingo, she been stealin' quotes
Yeah, shawty leavin' me on seen, got a nigga bent
I deleted every message that I ever sent
Remember posted in the trap and I ain't have no dough
My nigga tryna get me set, but I'm just wanted poke
Yeah, I said fuck the studio, I'm runnin' in the sto'
Yeah, I was sixteen on a mission tryna get some goals
Play with E Murder, you get murder by yo' mama duke
Yeah, I still love him like a brother, hope my nigga know
Yeah, I'ma send a voice recordin' if the bitch don't answer
Lost my feelings in the cage, now I'm a German Shepard
I think the mail room playin' games 'cause I ain't get no letter
Me and my nigga Johnny Cage, we so fuckin' pressure, yeah
I was fuckin' with this wax like that nigga Geechi
I used to tote a MPX, but I ain't get to squeeze it
Got so much love for my city, I'm always on my Z shit
Man, I'ma put her on a jet before she try to leave me
Shawty leavin' me on seen like a nigga square
Feel like puttin' that pistol on her, snatch her by her hair
I don't know who the fuck you lookin' for, bitch, I'm a millionaire
I dropped few hits behind the wall and turnt up everywhere, yeah
Shawty leavin' me on seen 'cause I'm outta sight
Uh, thinkin' 'bout them days and all the nights
When they use a nigga pride on then Harlem nights
Cracker racist, but I'm talkin' to him like I'm nice, yeah