Lyrical Breakdown of Non Believer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Non Believer" 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 "Non Believer" 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.
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Last thing I wanna do is die in the middle of my crime
Like me havin' a shootout with some guys or leavin' a lick if somethin' go wrong
Or in a disbelievin' state of mind while intoxicated
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever, mmm-hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, mmm-hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wakin' up wit' cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I got a mink on, it's the middle of July
Stayin' safe this time 'cause I'm so tired of sayin', "Sorry"
I was needin' something, but instead, it came and found me
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black
Now if they miss, you goin' jet black, hey
I pray that all the mess I made is justified
Perrier-Jouët, I switch from champagne to the wine
Poke so many windows, I got glass all in my eyes
Before you lift me up, let me enjoy this high
On Christmas, I'ma buy Omari somethin' that make him cry
Lord knows I'm not perfect but I try to make it right
On Rosh Hashanah, I can turn into a vulture
On Yom Kippur, always turn into a werewolf
Would you give me somethin' to drink if I was in the hellfire
I travel all the way to Mecca on my barefoot
To find the truth 'cause I don't like when people tell lies
On Yom Kippur, I always turn into a wolf
Put the Glock in the converter and it turn into a rifle
Gunpowder in my dreads, I'm smokin' paper out the Bible
I convert to Jewish shit and convertible, topless
It's a crescent moon shinin' on us above the projects
I don't wanna pass away in a disbelievin' mindset
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever
I can hear the trumpets blowin' right here where I'm standin'
The world gon' end on Friday, just remember that I said it
God has many names, if it ain't Yahweh then it's Allah
Before you take your panties off, baby, take you Shahada
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever
I be with the Zs, I push a button like the mail
I been on my deen, I bet I never missed a prayer
Squashin' all the beef and I'm no longer eatin' swine
Doin' it for Allah, already did it for the vine
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever
Wakin' up with cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever, mmm-hmm
I don't wanna die in a disbelievin' state of mind
I don't wanna burn no more of y'all, shoot, mmm-hmm
I pray that all the dirt I do is justified
Wake up wit' cold sweats like every middle of the night
Please don't call me home while in the middle of my crime
You know, I pray that all the dirt I do and all the mess I made is justified
Like, you know, I'm a reaper, but I'm righteous
You know what I'm sayin'? (Goddamn)
I don't wanna die a nonbeliever
Yeah, nobody wanna die in the middle of they crime
I'm sayin', imagine you go ahead on a lick and you run in the bank and get shot
I'm sayin', you runnin' out the bank and get caught by the police
Or you know, you just took too long
Uh, fuckin' with this iron, came up off of dime
Forgive me, Lord, I'm tryin'
And I got the metal perfromin' live, Devil on my spine
But I know you got my back, never left Lil Yak behind
Leave me when I'm blind
Never leave me like you lead me
Today I need a readin'
Say, "Keep on killin' these niggas"
Let me enjoy this high
Until I get a cleanin'
'Cause I don't wanna die on these jiggas