Lyrical Breakdown of Fly In - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Fly In" 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 "Fly In" 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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So they asked me
"Young boy
What you gonna do the second time around?
How you goin' come back"
I tried told them
I come back like 32
I jump back like 33, ugh
Hit me
That's nothin'
This here's Tha Carter II, people
This here's Tha Carter II, people (hey)
They call me Mr. Carter, I kissed the daughter
Of the dead's forehead, I killed the father
Spilled the heart of a mildew hater
I will put them body on chill like glaciers
Gracias, I'm crazy, yes, it's obvious
Going against me is atheist
I got my angels on my shoulder and a quarter of that angel dust
I ain't sniffin', I'm just pitchin', your honor, I ain't snitchin', your honor
Hate bitch niggas, bitches with power
Vacate when that kitchen get hotter
I just sit on the counter, open the cabinet, close the cupboard
Put that jar in the skillet, drop a four in the bubbles
I remember being young, tryin' to hustle my dough
Tryin' to tell the old junkies that my crack ain't soap
Tryin' to tell you fool, you chump, that my MAC ain't broke
You ain't tryin' to see how far that black back lane go
No, call me Pacman you ghosts is blue
I got my Red River rubies and my ocean blue
Jewelry, usually I'm a hooligan for the money
Yeah, I'm eatin' but I got a tapeworm in my tummy, oh
Make harm and I bomb you in public
Hit you with the straight arm, no warning nothin'
Look it's mornin', no yawnin' or nothin'
I ain't sleepin', I'm up tryin' to take a nigga lunch
You gon' make a nigga break a nigga fronts
Then shake a nigga shorts and we takin' what we want
I'm so 5-0-4 you got to kill me here
If you ever lookin' for me bitch I will be here
Cash Money is an army, Navy Seal me here
Lot of niggas ran from it, but I'll still be here
No chrome on the continental I'm so fundamental
Crack the Phil' crack the roof and roll up the windows
And my hood love me, they tell me bring it home
That's why I holla Hollygrove on each and every song
You leapin' at a dog, a dog wit' no bark
Just a bite like an old shark
And all you bitch niggas, no paw
I'm talkin' bout Stunna
He like, "Keep your dough," he got your ho
When the sun shines on the king and sets on the prince
I met the Birdman and I been shinin' ever since, like that