Lyrical Breakdown of Backdoor - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Backdoor" 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 Lil Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.

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(Malik on the beat) (Ayo Bleu) No, no, no, no Yeah, yeah, yeah No, no, no, no (Turn Me Up Josh) Whoa, oh, oh Them niggas act like they don't need us They do everything we do and they wanna be us Foenem takin' ecstasy, they tryna T up He rather go and blow a bag instead of re-up You weren't on that block when that shit was goin' on I wasn't worryin' 'bout the other side when that shit was goin' on And we don't hang with different niggas, don't ask us what we on The only time we'll beat the case, you pull out camera phones I used to draw out my name on the Styrofoam I had to teach the grown niggas, right from wrong Why the state had told the jury, "They tryna indict us all" The lawyers got them affidavits, they better sign 'em all, hm I had a bad bitch off the 'Gram, she let her tittes hang She told Bans I bought her a Birkin, I told her anything I always ride around with guns in that Bentley thang We puttin' stickers on our drums, that's a city thang I hate the niggas who be tryna switch the block up I be with the killers who would change a nigga roster I'm from the part of the city, watch your partner You ain't did shit to same nigga who shot ya 'Fore you leave that door, gotta pick your Glock up Can't nut in no more whores, I got that from my mama Shuttin' down the stores, you do that with these commas You had me at my lowest, I'm ridin' 'round with choppers (Oh) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh) Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony That's a bet I'm the voice, that mean Dee-Dee, he the threat Don't get stretched, 'cause foenem tweakin' off the X I know what happened to your homie, don't be next He gotta get back for his block, I tilt my hat I feel like I'm drownin', got this water 'round my neck Cocky nigga throwin' ashes on Pateks Went to the trenches, threw up the Treys on the mat (yeah) They be callin' me, you hangin' where it's dangerous I'm just slidin' 'til I rest, just for Uncle Raymond All my sibling's kids know your uncle famous I know this shit sound dumb and the strangest In the trenches, I feel the safest On the radio, shoutout Nephets Did it off the love, but I gave 'em faces (Oh) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no, whoa) Close that backdoor, can't get snaked by my homie (oh) Close that backdoor 'cause I know this lil' phony (Oh) Close that backdoor, I can't get snaked out by my homie (no, no, no, no, no, yeah, yeah) Close that backdoor 'cause I know that it's phony (no, no, no, no, no)