Lyrical Breakdown of Murda - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Murda" 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 "Murda" 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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Once again, I turnt you up (up)
I'm known to keep you lit (roof)
Don't ask me about-
We left that boy in a ditch (phew)
Audemars watch on my wrist
These niggas are country as hell
They know when we get to the city, they all get alerted, midnight bell
Pull up, what's that smell? (Phew)
I'm the shit with a house on the hill (mhm)
I just put a lil' bitch on the- (mhm)
I just put a lil' bitch on the pill (mhm)
And I might go to hell, I know it (mhm)
But we doin' these niggas unreal (mhm)
But we doin' these niggas unheard of
Behind scenes, shit is murder
It is murder, it's murder (God)
Free my dawg Dee Santi' out that murder (frrp, phew)
Mm, mm, mm, mm (it's us)
Creepin' down, late night
My windows down, I want 'em to see me (whoo)
Yes, that nigga from TV
Rich of the rich, opposite of your B-D (exactly)
Benefit of comin' on the P-J, I can't be PG, I need ya greazy
Real codeine collector, dawg, I sip more drank than Weezy
Yeah, I know it (phew)
I know that they want me to stop but I just ain't goin', uh, uh, uh
It's us, they murdered our motion, geekin' off potion, uh, uh, uh
She pretty as hell, devotion, I rub her with lotion, uh, uh, uh
I get her that geek on Molly, Miley coastin'
Once again I turnt you up (coastin', up)
I'm known to keep you lit (roof)
Don't ask me about- (ooh)
We left that boy in a- (ooh, phew)
Audemars watch on my wrist (mm)
These niggas are country as hell
They know when we get to the city, they all get alerted, midnight bell
Pull up, what's that smell? (Phew)
I'm the shit with a house on the hill (mhm)
I just put a lil' bitch on the- (mhm)
I just put a lil' bitch on the pill (mhm)
And I might go to hell, I know it (mhm)
But we doin' these niggas unreal (mhm)
But we doin' these niggas unheard of
Behind scenes, shit is murder
It is murder, it's murder (God)
Free my dawg Dee Santi' out that murder (frrp)