Lyrical Breakdown of God Bless - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "God Bless" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "God Bless" 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 LL Cool J 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 LL Cool J's narrative.

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Intro: Uh Definitely gonna be butter, nahmean? It's gone be butter, nahmean? Uh, swerve on em, uh yeah Crack the mo, here we go I'm in the mood to let the chickenheads flow Son, no doubt, God it's real Every member of my clique is equipped with steel Suga, let's (heesha!), uhh, God bless Verse 1: Just the type of man that can lace the crowd Which ya hands on ya [blank] or you could raise them proud I bust shots off Put my hands on my shorty and I make it hot-ter I got a lock ya, flavour to bring Got the championships so i'ma savour the ring Church boy, raised by my grandmomma Home-bred, I dead all the drama I'm like the mystical funk technician It's a sign of the times, guards on a mission Chorus: God bless ya lover, God bless you (x4) Verse 2: Have mercy! Nowadays I got them other niggas acting thirsty Bless the sky, energy created by my third child Swerve wit it, get it get it Feels good to bust shots at the critics You crave more taste of my funk When my track drop ain't enough space in ya trunk Soul for real, but not the group I'm solo goin for dolo in the drop coupe I distribute melodies while ya gold trees Step a dip like a flip, '96 kis Chorus x 2 Matter fact take it to the bridge Bridge: God bless God bless ya lover *Repeat* Verse 3: Honey dippin off my nautica sleeves With them gortex boots, that compliment all the cheese Shouldn't hate me cos I'm raw (I thought you fell off kid!) you said that shit before But you see miracles when you're lyrical Off some ll shit, chickens get hysterical Cos i... form like voltron Let's get it on and take ya chime bomb (*explosion*) Knock it off I like your style but it's a slight bit soft Son, the ll rule, huh I pick it up and lay it down mad cool It'll cost you a fortune (what?) For me to make it hot, heat it up and keep it scorchin Chorus to fade Outro: (*over chorus*) It's all built for '96 kid! No diggity, *? rehaud? * lace me Nahmean? lil chris in the house Ol moms, big e and the fam Yo son, who's next?