Lyrical Breakdown of Blaze Wit Ya'll - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blaze Wit Ya'll" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kool G Rap weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blaze Wit Ya'll" 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 Kool G Rap employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(Yo!! G Rap nigga) See y'all thought it was a game right? Like y'all ain't know this was gon' happen? (Jinx Da Juvy) We for life, we known for holdin it down Gun brawls, hand to hand combat, whatever (word) We ain't havin' none of that, you heard? (word) If you about dough, we can get paid wit y'all Wanna ball out, we can get laid wit y'all You got beef? We can draw heat and blaze wit y'all Get locked up, sharpen up the blades wit y'all You wanna smokeout, blow the purple haze wit y'all You wanna show out, spend money for days wit y'all You wanna do dirt, keep it in the shade wit y'all You wanna act up, pull out guns and spray it at y'all! This one goes out to my Queens thugs, that steam slugs My real killers out on the corner that's seen blood My wild niggaz schemin' with snubs, fiendin' for grub Eatin' off the streets, triple-beamin' the drugs The ones that put a red beam in your mug The ones that bug and be in the clubs and hide whips, gleamin' with dubs This one goes out to my peoples that hit the hot blocks to cop the diesel in back of the spots but chop on the lethal Then pop goes the weasel If niggaz want it, then pop goes the eagles We can draw guns and rock like The Beatles Drop pots of evil, ghetto D with shots from a needle Lay you down with shots that are cerebral Before rap, my click was hot as Segal, now we clock legal Hop like Knievel, pass the cops in our Regals Above blowin like diplomats, me and my click of cats Duck when we spit the gat or get your shit twisted back That young fella straight from the slums and that's that Got kicked out of school cause I used to carry guns in my knapsack Been a serious dude, never the one to laugh at So play crazy and this 380'll twist your cap back Before rap, I played the slums where the cash at Duckin' the boys in blue, with jumps in ass crack Now I switched over, but still tote the big toaster for niggaz schemin' so I'm fiendin' to bend your wig over You might catch the kid herbed out, bent over Without a license, gettin' brain in a tint Rover But not for nuttin, a frontin' dude get popped for frontin' Y'all the type to snitch when a cop's comin' But that don't stop nuttin' cause trust me the cop's duckin' A badge don't mean shit, when the glocks is gunnin' And I don't think the pig's tryin to get, popped in the stomach Or be worse, layin' with they wig hotter than the oven G Rap as real as it gets, peel with the fifth Bust down a mill' with the click, ill with the chicks Wheelin' the six to cribs on hills in the sticks Metal we pack is heavy you can feel when it spit Used ta, reel in the chips, slangin' krills on the strip Now we, spillin' the Crist', niggaz still with the hits Won't stop until I cop a half-a-mill' for the wrist Rule with a iron fist but still in the midst G Rap and his squad of guerillas, carve your grill up Harsh killer hold the hammer like twenty bar villains Spit flames like Godzilla, menage-a-trois in large villas Pack the trey-pound God pealer It's a hard thriller mob chiller Decide your fate like a Tarot card dealer Y'all niggaz is yard squealers; play around and be a scar feeler A shot down man on the tar feeler chick witchu the gem star spiller What? (G Rap nigga) Black fam baby, uhh (Jinx Da Juvy) The new milleny niggaz, knahmean? Two thousand shit Here to rule shit All y'all weak niggaz fall back Brrrap! Brrrap! Get the fuck out of here