Lyrical Breakdown of Never Take Me Alive - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Never Take Me Alive" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil' Flip weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Never Take Me Alive" 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' Flip 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' Flip's narrative.

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OK, yeah You never take a nigga like me alive, nigga (alive, nigga) I'm a soldier, nigga (soldier, nigga) I ain't the type of nigga, to complain nigga I roll with the punches, ya dig? (ya dig?) My nigga Z-Ro on the track (oh boy) I got my nigga Willin in the building (what's up, nigga?) The Black Al Capone, is in the building nigga (what's up?) And you know the label Clover G's, is the label that pays that Yeah, I'mma slip and slide, this clip inside This 4-5, focus on your face then split the side Cause this infa-red, gon chase and follow your ride It's beef I'm serving nigga, so swallow your pride Willin the chemist boy, you know the name Screwed Up Click affiliated, who showed you the game Lyrical assault, like my Glock spittin holes in your frame Like the dope and the caine, running through your nose and your veins I'm blowing out flames, like a gallon of propane With a guillotine nigga, that'll open your brain Open the range on your spot, steady scoping your stang Call the cops, I'll have you wishing begging hoping they came Watch your mouth nigga, when you speaking my name I'm deep in the streets, so you know I'm deep in the game They'll find your remains, dumped beaten and slain A Clover G motherfucker, block bleedin You'll never take me alive How many homies, in the hood down to ride? You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right You'll never take me alive How many homies, in the hood down to ride? You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right Capone gon ride with my G's, till these wheels fall off And when our wheels fall off, we gon kill y'all boss We some game spitters, bitch getters hit niggas Six figures for this ice, this is our life you nigga Push a Maybach, in dry weather Ever since I got shot, I keep my Beretta Nigga you better, cause the streets ain't a motherfucking joke It's like the city of God, lil' kids will kill you for a bag of dope The Southside in this bitch, and we all high You want beef, them bullets fly and y'all all die Cause I don't think you understand, who you fucking with Since I was 10, I was taught not to trust a bitch This rapping made me rich, I know you hate that 3 Million in 9 months, can you make that? I'm clocking dough, and copping O's of that White Widow I catch you when you sleep, and leave your brains on your pillow So stop fronting, like I won't pop heat Cause it's 25 guns, if I'm 50 deep And it's 25 knives, I'll poke you nigga I'm a worldwide player, you a local nigga You better play your position, before you come up missing Cause my niggas put in work, and homie ain't no snitching Oh yeah did I mention, y'all can kiss my ass And I own a Maybach, so you can keep that Jag I'm rich bitch It ain't too many that'll ride for me So I'mma keep this beeper to my back On the block ripping APN, full time and it ain't no doubt about that I done seen the worst, seen niggas get dropped in a hearse Seen niggas try to get tough on wax And get fucked off tryna sell a verse Really they tripping, speaking on my name'll get you put in situations The anticipations of a ass whooping, so now you sitting back waiting Hold up Captain Mack, cock back what you talking? G type shit, that's what I'm walking Some of these niggas, wanna try to blend In and end up getting outlined in chalk And now what was that all about I could of swore that you was running shit But now you done met up with these guerillas Why the fuck is you running bitch? It ain't hard to see, that we ball hard just like my nigga Nate Curtis And for that I gotta greet ya asshole, niggas at your service Now it been too many niggas lately Acting like they wanna do me some harm But since I'm always heavily armed I just remain cool and keep my calm Promise it ain't nothing for me, to drop a bomb on a whole block Everybody standing outside, is about To receive a series of calico shots So receive em and see, y'all ain't gon never take me alive I'mma squeeze, and make a nigga leak in the street Cutter for push-ups and back arms, that's Why I knock out niggas teeth in the streets I stay focused, and pack a three of my guns I'm complete when I creep These hoes love the deep voice, it make They pussy get wet and leak when I speak If I gotta make an appearance, you better Believe it'll be brief and discrete Hop in the murder mobile, and slide Through like a thief in the N-I-G-H-T It's so many motherfuckers mad Cause I got money at first it was funny But I bet if they could catch me slipping They would try to take it from me But I got news for ya, they gon CPicking out a suit and shoes for ya I'm bout to get rude with ya Bitch I'mma keep on clocking cash, keeping it khaki street screws And quickly and intrepidly Y'all niggas, ain't never gon take me alive As soon as I load the clip, bitch it's empty You'll never take me alive How many homies, in the hood down to ride? You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right You'll never take me alive How many homies, in the hood down to ride? You swallow a bullet bitch, or swallow your pride You better tell these niggas, that I'm from the Southside Nigga, you damn right