Lyrical Breakdown of YM Salute - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "YM Salute" 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 "YM Salute" 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.
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Uh, This that Young Money shit right here Better strap up ya boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Yeah, uh So sick with the flow Yeah your cowboys know that Lil Twist Been a pro way before Romo, no T.O. No Wittin, Cowboys to a Piston A.I. no Wallace, ya kids getting demolished I'm booking on you suckers like I'm just leaving college But smart, very smart, too smart for ya knowledge Too smart once more, Wayne called me a genius It's YMOE, nothing gets in between us I told Wayne I'm going in like somebody 'bout to bury me In this rap game nobody could ever bury me That's why you see me on stage rocking with Young Money I told my team I got us, man it's all on me Like volume 2 B.G., I got my crew with me Twist, Mack, Millz, Gudda and my baby Nicki Every time I'm on the track it's ransom Can't find 'em like us anymore it's random When Young Money come through you better salute us Better strap up ya boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-salute, sa-salute Hey yo I solemnly swear if it ever go down You ain't never gotta call me cause I'mma be there Lets get to the point like elbows, my crew harder than shell toes Strapped like Velcro and is we running? hell no And truthfully, aiming for number one oh do we You ask why I reply cause nobody remember 2 or 3 Cross YM and out of him we'll make a movie We all that we can be, respect the army and salute we Yeah, Young Money army we marching We coming forward no warning We got these boys running like Forrest So salute me like a general First place never last Always on top and I'm a chief like a seminal Got the game in the strangle hold, no letting up You can get the top, ya can pop like 7Up Knock knock let us up, Young Money applaud me And we'll take the game out ya hands like a joy stick I'mma need my badges and my ribbons Maybe it will make up for everything that I wasn't given Everything that I've given, I swear I'll never give in Just look at what I've been in and this is just the beginning I d-d-d-d-do it cause I did it for my ballerina girls Blowing kisses to the soldiers I am Marilyn Monroe But we shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, camouflage me Cause Young Money is a Navy, better yet a Army Better strap up ya boots Before they start to shoot Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute It's Young Money salute Sa-salute, sa-salute Commander in chief One hand on the world, one hand on the brief I stand on the world, bitch I stand on the peak Of the game, and the girls, and the guap, now that's G Don't ask me about shit but money Fuckin' right my money long, I got that 10ft money Ha, I get it fast when I get to the money When I walk, it sound like 10 foots running I meant feet, I'm in deep like wet pussy I'm a purple heart proven war vet rookie You can't even sit next to me Now bring money or death to me, or don't step to me Nah don't step nigga, march with me To the steps of the court building Like ain't we God's children I know at all times God's filmin' So I play my part until the war kill me Salute or shoot nigga Better strap up ya boots Before they start to shoot (get that salute out my face) Then do it for the troops It's Young Money salute (I am) It's Young Money salute (a 16 year veteran) It's Young Money salute (I been in this motherfucker) It's Young Money salute (hip hop war) It's Young Money salute (all my motherfuckin' life) Sa-salute (but I still have that... my life) Yeah Young Mula Navvyyyy The salute