Lyrical Breakdown of Swizzy (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swizzy (Remix)" 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 "Swizzy (Remix)" 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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This the remix, baby, yeah
You already know what it is
'Cause if you don't, you just don't know nothin'
Shit, period, stupid
You know me, I just be chillin' in the Phantom, listenin' to opera
Gun is my bodyguard, call it Kevin Costner
Probably won't stop if I get to poppin' them shots
You niggas is sweeter than a box of Red Hots
Ha
Fuck around, see a flock of red dots
Smoke good, eat good
Only fuck a bitch if her throat good, feet good
Just bought a Fleetwood
And I'ma put some D's on that bitch
Lookin' like I got a diamond disease on my wrist
Fresh, bunch of little G's on my kicks
I'm a dog, you're all a bunch of fleas on my dick
Young Money, Cash Money
And we gon' get the money even if it kills y'all
And I'ma ride 'til the motherfuckin' wheels off
George Gervin, I'ma get my chill on
I'm cold, yeah, I get my Buffalo Bill on
Beatin' up your block, yeah, I get my Emmett Till on
In the new edition, yeah, I get my Johnny Gill on
Keep a shotgun, yeah, I get my Jayson Will' on
Fuck it, Swizz, I'm still goin'
Black entertainment, yeah, I get my Stephen Hill on
Only to talk models, yeah, I get my Seal on
Make that chick rock, get my Amil on
Two girls, let 'em get they pill on
Let 'em get they feel on, I get my tip drill on
Hey, now, why you that ice grill on?
I leave you lookin' like you got a barbecue grill on
Yeah, we got money to the ceil-on
Real nigga, I get my keep it real on
And they be lyin' on wax like an earphone
Weezy Baby, the best from here on
Swizz, I'm in gear, homes
They in trouble, we gon' bubble like beer foam
No homo, let 'em get they queer on
No commercial, I just take the Lear home
My girl, she get her Pam Grier on
She don't touch me, I got cashmere on
I ball and you just Erick Dampier, dog
I'm dirty, I get my Bill Laimbeer on
Haha, Weezy the beast, Swizzy the monster
And we're gone
I'm stuffed