Lyrical Breakdown of Killin' Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Killin' Time" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Yachty weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Killin' Time" 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 Yachty 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 Yachty's narrative.
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Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat, Earl on the beat...
Migo Gang, Boat Gang
Young nigga come out the house with 20 chains, 10 rings
Yup, gang, gang, gang (Stupid!)
Uh, uh, uh (Okay)
Step on the pedal, my dog out the kennel
Real diamonds cover up all of the metal
Send out my men, turn your wife to a widow
Come through yo' window with chops and extendos
We not friends, gang, kinfolk
I'm in Virgina, Pharrell, Norfolk
Run to the bag, your new nigga a slowpoke (Ooh)
Bro in the car, not for fun but the gun tote (Ayy)
Lil Yachty fly and so cool that your son wrote
Beat on your bitch, break her back 'til it's no more
Richer than most, take a trip in a G4 (Yeah)
I'm goin' crazy, Barkley, CeeLo
I'm in a ocean, rockin', steamboat (Woo)
Got this lil' bitch, suckin', deepthroat
Stay with my brothers, Michael, Tito
Shoutout my slime, what's up Sito?
I slap, right?
(Shuh, shay, shay, shay, shay) Okay
Hey
Switch out my cars like I switch up my bitches (Switch)
She pop a bar and she suck out my kids (Ooh)
I dropped the top off the coupe (Coupe)
Girls goin' wild 'cause I'm flashin' all titties (Who)
50 on the pinky, that's a pretty, pretty penny (Penny)
Hit 'em with the stick, might get a life sentence (Stick)
Trappin' out the bando when the windows all tinted (Tinted)
What you say? Hit 'em with the 5 'fore he finish (What you say?)
Drippin' in diamonds, VVS (Water)
Smokin' on Cookie from Nexus (Cookie)
Boogers, they cut through my fleshes (Baguettes)
We go retarded, dyslexic (Retarded)
Catch him when he gettin' off the exit (Brr, brr, brr)
Hit your bitch, ran with her, it's a pick six (Woo)
All gang and the gang gon' blitz shit (Gang)
I got the white and the brown, that's a mixed bitch (Mixed)
White grits on the right and the left wrist (White)
Pop shit, we gon' add you to the hitlist (Brr)
Choppa get to poppin', spittin' like it got a lisp
Discontinue all you niggas like the Activis (Hey)
Running through the money, tryna break the bank
Right wrist water, and my neck like a fish tank (Fish tank)
When I'm on the block, big bank take lil' bank (Take lil' bank)
Sippin' on the drank, double cup, no Kool-Aid
And we takin' shots at a nigga like 2K (Pew, pew)
Whippin' straight drop out the pot, no due date
Lost my top, tryna find it on the freeway (Skrt, skrt)
Run the money up with my team like a relay
Jump in the coupe do a drag race (Drag race)
These niggas keep goin' out the sad way (The sad way)
Do no talkin', let's see what the MAC say (What the MAC say)
A whole lotta blue faces, no sad day (Cash)
And the garage it look like a dealership (Skrt)
You can't get in my gang, need a membership (Gang)
Too much money involved, you can't interfere (Can't interfere)
And I'm sippin' on syrup, not no Benadryl (Not no Benadryl)
Stupid, yeah