Lyrical Breakdown of You Got Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You Got Em" 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 "You Got Em" 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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(T99, 少し強さを送ってくれ) Hol' up, hol' up Marni bucket with the jacket to match Askin' bitches, "Where the chemistry at?" C.O. trippin' when they visitin' max Takin' guns, we ain't givin' it back You ain't fuckin', no, return the gift back I done told bitches, this ain't a finesse Bro, you a killer, then say it with your chest Bro get to clutchin', he trippin' off X Bitch, you ain't nothin', ain't trippin' for sex I was so deep and I came on her chest Back-to-back sex, you know honey the best I cannot ever wear Carti's again Count up a million, my hands was swole Why you so cocky? Your friends is hoes You got a Porsche, we ain't playin' with those Bitch, I'm the reason the trenches home Shoot me a text, ain't answer the phone The two-hundred minutes ain't lastin' long Hop in a group with the trenches phone I'm tryna see what the trenches on Got him a car again I told him to spin and spin and spin again That was an accident You need your lash esthetician bitch to get in I done move fast again I done brought the car all cash, I need tints He hit the perculator for the Percocets These niggas ain't my friends Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (yeah) He off a muscle, relaxin' He know the customers got 'em, serve him, whoa He like a certain reaction Why he be takin' them capsules? I'm like, "Whoa" I get a certain reaction I'm keepin' the murderers happy, I'm like, "Whoa" She know her ass is fatter She know how that surgery got her, I'm like, "Whoa" Pussy stinkin', she tryna blame her PH balance, I'm like, "No" Two things ain't ever seen is one main hoppin' hoes, one go I'm a dog, gotta shake the paw, I'll fuck your friend, she won't know Why you be tellin' the business? But since you gon' tell, just tell 'em you be off the coke Plan B, she be eatin' pills, I done tricked her to takin', ain't fuckin' no more Brodie cup got lean still, if I take a pill, I'm drivin' the boat I was never into abusin' women, when I fuck from the back, I be grabbin' her throat Never believe what the blogs be talkin' about, you know we ain't duckin' the smoke Brodie a gremlin, he popped him a fake Percocet, his face hurt I'm in Miami, you think I'm the fake Durk, get hit in your face first I mix the purple and yellow together, I feel way better, a Laker I can't chase her, nah, I can't chase her Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Like, hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em Hold up, them drugs, hold up Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (yeah) Hold up, them drugs, you got 'em (yeah)