Lyrical Breakdown of Block Burner - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Block Burner" 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 "Block Burner" 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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Ha ha ha ha, check it
Its me that's creepin' through the back
And the black on black
Lil soldier with a MAC
I bust back till it crack
You see I ride tonight
Bullets fly at night
Lain tonight
Wayne and get high at night
And a high tonight when I'm duckin' round the mirrors
I run over niggas like eighteen wheelers
Hungry gorilla
Ah what cha what cha got wootay
Gettin' beef thinks its cool I hit cha hit cha block wootay
Hit cha get cha gurl
Choppa choppa neighborhood
Let his poppa understood
Nigga burn like wood
And I swang
Through yo house wit that thang
Fo-Five range
Can you catch me where I reign
Now look hang to below the sealevel
I be hotter than a devil
Lil daddy I'm on fire
17 rider
Mac-mac his supplier
Lil boy my chopper make mo noise than a choir
One of these niggas gone leave here brainless
Some of these niggas ain't gone even be remainin'
Look now you keep thinkin' I'm to be played with
My gage spray quick
I ain't ta be played with
I ride like a rollercoaster
When I ride with uptown soldiers
I'm comin' up the back my grill start to spark
Opp I'm coming up the front (breathing hard) ya caught
Now where you gone run and where you gone turn
Oohh I got my gun
Oohh chopper bullets burn
To whom it may concern
Chopper bullets burn
Get through your block like a perm
Look weak like sperm
Now, check the whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider
The whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider
I spin yo corner with my size 16 sankin'
Lip trangin'
Shootin' 50 automatic
They all black and
Stickin' niggas like patches
Family stackin'
They all burn like matches
Now test me and it will be accidental
Erase like pencils
Use niggas like rentals
Now WHO
Will wanna run up on my crew
Look as COOL
Logger its all on you
See I CRUISE
Up and down your street like the Caribbean
Then I release all off my heater from the fifty plus
Ashes to dust I get dirty-dirty like mud
Leave one ta bust
And dirty dirty slugs rush
Now hush and everybody keep the noise down
See uptown bout to bring all of you boys down
Got a mean frown
I'm movin' like a po lil' bug
Better keep it shut
Fo the whole block get burned up
Now, check the whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider
The whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider
That's me up on the back street in black clothes
See me and Rob burn blocks whoa nigga whoa
We get two choppers from Mike and leave a hundred hoes
We run up on you at night whoa nigga whoa
See I explode
And leave brains on the flo
I light yo block
With case Glocks and calicodes
Now there it go
The beat done jumped off
Oo-ooohhh the beat done jumped off
I clear your street with heat from a sawed-off
And all the peeps on yo street get hauled off
Don't fall off
Or wootay its on you
The bullets charged see wootay I warned you
I come through with a chopper to let it off
Ya ready dawg the drama I'ma let it off
La la la la la la weak like sperm
Told ya told ya told ya chopper bullets burn
Now, check the whole block; the whole block, is that you?
Play it cool 'fore I make it yo' block
The whole block; the whole block, is that you?
Play it cool 'fore I make it yo' block
The whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider
The whole block; the whole block catch a fire
I be the—I be the block, block-burner rider