Lyrical Breakdown of Smackers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Smackers" 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 "Smackers" 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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(Got my beat from London) Glee Record label full of smackers, rap group with no rappers I could get a nigga scratched Call me daddy, she a bastard, come here, baby, I'm yo' dad Hundred K on a medallion, jeweler, he don't ever tax Spend this shit and get it back I don't like none of you rappers, snipe a nigga, how 'bout that? Hunnids fallin' out my ass, put a nigga on they back Project baby with no Similac, in the Caddy, but I never lack My lil' nigga, he gon' handle that, I could get a nigga whacked Fuck that lil' ho, she a nat-nat I could get a nigga kidnapped, I could get a nigga snatched I can do it by myself, I go do it by myself You won't do it by yo' self, put a nigga on a shelf Put a nigga on a rack It ain't nun to go to jail, it ain't nun to get you killed Ice on my neck when it melt, eat me up, baby, right there Fuck that lil' ho, she a heffer Come here lil' baby, you special Put that nigga on a stretcher, put that nigga on a shirt It ain't nun to get you murked, hit a nigga where it hurt Water on me like I burp, .40 on me, I be icy Water on me, now she like me I went to jail, you ain't write me Check on your boy for the Nike Check on yo' boy, this four hunna, I'm in the club with them gunners That ain't my opp, he's a runner Nigga say I shot his mama I hit the store with a fifty pack, I hit yo' ho with no Jimmy mack Don't drop that song, you ain't livin' that I got your cubicles, get it back Nigga ain't gettin' back shit I played the cross like I'm Chris Kodak the boss, yeah, bitch KTB, kill that boy, cutthroat Walk in my room, it's a gun show And I get high off the gun smoke, high off the meth Better off fakin' yo' death than fakin' with me You say you a stepper, then step Record label full of gangstas, only vultures at the table Bitch, I'ma eat You hit out the car with a Draco Finesser, I'm makin' you pay for it, bitch, get on feet I had to dive in the deep, last time I snipe who I see, bodies be cheap Kodak the one with the vision, I got my clique in position They listen to me, got all kinda movement I keep shooters for my shooters, in case them niggas wanna beef Got two mansions, one on the beach Two Bentleys, none of 'em leased Two Benz's, Cullinan and Jeep Who said they fuckin' with me? The money been comin' with keys I got a vault in the attic, I done went frosted the Patek You can't even see the Philippe