Lyrical Breakdown of Blooded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blooded" 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 "Blooded" 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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Pi' 'til I die Just because! Pi' 'til I die Piru B's up Bitch, I'm me Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Once again, it's on—yeah, I'm back in the booth Stand at the top like a tack in the roof Still on these hoes like a mack in a suit Still on my toes, not a crack in my shoe Rappers talking 'bout me, but I don't give a hoot These niggas still lying, I'm the motherfucking truth Talk tough 'til I knock off your kuf' And I own my team, I'm like a Maloof They hating on me, I'm just tryna be Weezy Just like Young Jeezy in a lima-bean 'Ghini Smoked out my mind, baby, now I'm seeing 3D Dopeboy fresh from my fitted to my DC's All red, so these hoes know who we be's (B's up) We be's Bloods—we B's Popeye flow, y'all niggas Sweet Peas Getting high on a yacht—call it "seaweed" Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! I advance my flow, and they must like that They like it so much, they say they write that Barking at the dog, but I don't bite back I ain't CPR, I ain't bringing they life back Black CBR, bad bitch on the bike back Skittles on my wrist, yeah, nigga, the bright pack I'ma shine, I live where the light at (You dig?) Air Force fly, call me a Nike check Brand-new coupe same color as the sky The dash say 2, y'all know I'm gon' try Cop pull me over, y'all know I'm gon' lie They go up in my trunk, y'all know I'm gon' fry Them niggas throwing salt all over my fries So I'ma just walk all over them guys Niggas throwing darts, never hit the bullseye Young Money, bitch, New Orleans, East Side Young Money is the label, let us in the door Coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Neck music) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Been around the world, rep the same thing Been around the world, it's the same gang B's up, B's up, flame gang Blaat, b-blaat, blaaa-blaaat, bang-bang I told my homie Streets, "You can't sleep on life" So he popped a X pill and didn't sleep all night I ain't worrying 'bout you, I'm just trying do me Last album did two, I'm just trying do three I am what every pair of eyes ought to see Bitches wish they could just call and order me My Momma used to tell me "Get a nine-to-five" Cash Money made her say, "Never mind, I'm fine" (B's up!) Young Money is the label, let us in the door We coming in this bitch, all red to the floor And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! (Just because!) I got Bloods on stage, Bloods at my shows Fuck with my Bloods, got blood on your clothes And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! And I'm Blooded—soo-woo! Piru, to Damu Soo-woo