Lyrical Breakdown of Abortion - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Abortion" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how lil wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Abortion" 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 wayne 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 wayne's narrative.
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I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me
I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger
I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker
And a bit of a drinker
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me
I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger
I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker
And a bit of a drinker
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
I woke up this morning, dick rock hard
Ashed my blunt in my Grammy Award
You can save your bullshit on your memory card
If this real nigga business, then you niggas unemployed
Jumped on the celly, called Machiavelli
He says he was gravy, I say I was jelly
Looked in the mirror, said "You's an I'll nigga"
Then I ran to the money like track and field nigga
Now I think I'll have me a coffee with six sugars
In a world full of ass-kissers and dick pullers
I'm tryna walk a straight line but the line crooked
I'm shooting for the stars, astronauts dodge bullets
Yeah, I bought a brand new attitude
The haters music to my ears, I got my dancin shoes
Sometimes we question shit that there is no answer to
But I just built a house on "I don't give a fuck" Avenue
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me
I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger
I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker
And a bit of a drinker
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
Down on the ceiling, looking up at the bed
Life is a gamble better check the point spread
And when life sucks, I just enjoy the head
I'm so sick of these niggas, I need meds
Smoking on a hallelujah, thank you Jesus
Help me focus on the future and not the previous
Double R, I'm a rebel with a reason
Sometimes you gotta fight the devil with a demon
Blood is in the streets and it is up to my knees
Underground shit, I see myself as a seed
Living in the glass, and everybody's looking
How can you get the picture, if you don't know who took it?
This current affairs, but who the hell cares?
Everybody's fighting over positions, musical chairs
On the road to redemption, go on and use a few stairs
I'm just fucking ready so I come prepared
I know your name, yeah
Your name is unimportant
We in the belly of the beast
And she thinking 'bout abortion
And the rockets red glare, the bombs bursting in air
Life is a roller coaster, but still unfair
A blessing in disguise is right before our eyes
But since it is in disguise
We don't know that it's there
I see you with your palms in your pants
But me, me, see me
I got the world in my hands
I make it spin on my finger
I'm a critical thinker
I'm a hell of a smoker
And a bit of a drinker