Lyrical Breakdown of MUSCLES - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MUSCLES" 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 "MUSCLES" 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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Yeah, woo, yeah
Uh, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We was shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range
I was thinking out the box, that's what got me out of the way
Hey there, bitch, suck my dick then have a nice day
Smackdown, fuck that bitch in a steel cage
Feel invincible, I beat his ass, Johnny Cage
Two, three, four, five, bullets hit his ass, left him dazed
I got tunnel vision, baby, won't get caught in maze
I'm not from this planet, I ain't human
No heart, fuck cupid
Let that chopper spray for looking at me stupid
Yeah, Nike check, bitch, I just do it
I can't play no games, we ain't hoopin', no pick and roll
In a spaceship, I'm a extraterrestrial
Red laser beam, lil' bitch, I'ma let it go (baow)
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We were shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range
The day them niggas die, come back around, we made a holiday (gang, grrt, baow, yeah)
Whole lotta choppas on his ass, I think I'm Sada Baby (yeah, yeah, yeah)
Proud of you, how you work with that switch, you think that Prada made it (grrah)
Turn your favorite rapper to a pound, that shit ain't complicated (no, dopey)
I don't fuck with niggas, never ask me where nobody at (goofy)
Fitted cap better say V.Roy or that's somebody ass (yeah)
Real killer, pop up on somebody in somebody grass ('body grass)
Nobody better not be with you, that's somebody's ass (yeah, man what?)
Gang, who? You ain't did shit, nigga, stop sayin' names, dude (dude)
Change who? Get back for that goofy, foenem changed too (yeah, yeah, haha)
I'd be mad as hell, we gave the city all them chains too (chains too)
Everybody points, everybody gettin' flamed too (boaw, boaw, boaw)
Gang in this bitch, better not move a muscle, yeah
Chopper bullets rain, I don't like to tussle
Got it out the mud, I respect the hustle, uh
All my dawgs bang, hang with Michael Vick (yeah)
Money ain't a motherfucking thing
.223s exclusive, bitch, they go straight to your brain
Yeah, I'm getting money, baby, hustle in the rain
We were shooting on that block, you was shootin' in the range