Lyrical Breakdown of Ten Four - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ten Four" 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 "Ten Four" 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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Y'all say you got Fredo and Reese on camera How did y'all get my info? Hello? Who is this? (you been the one that we in to) I don't sell drugs, I ain't a plug My background from y'all was plenty of guns (You ain't the focus, and you bogus I seen your ass on plenty of runs) Mama called, said cops kicked the door Not lookin' for me lookin' for bro That Phantom y'all had came back stolen In the trunk three sets, 36 over Thirty bricks, pure shit no remix Address came back to her shit You a striker, three strikes, he out and it ain't no fight Call cell partner why? Hit 9 with a manslaughter, damn And his bond two million dollars flat I don't care cause I'mma make it right back And the feds they all on my back Turned that street money into rap And these niggas trippin', these niggas bitchin' Got em all in your trap Nah! First 48 that's a homi, had 40, had Tommy Two flats got my zombie, one flat that's a body In my mind smoke Bobby, we ain't a gang we a family Niggas wearin' "oh my", niggas spray and niggas die Phone tapped up, niggas say Durk nigga when they jam up Call Fredo, bring the pounds up Built 300 from the ground up, war time then we round up How you snitch, doin' five months I'm leaning dry like I'm smoking five blunts I can have all the bricks I want I can have all the guns I want Niggas tell but I want Out of sight, out of mind Head shots then I'm out of town Pull a tec if you out of bounds Whole hood let a hundred rounds Now he dead, now he underground You ain't a star nigga you underground Err err'body know he runnin' wild, Err err err'body know I'm a problem child Let's get it!