Lyrical Breakdown of S.O.T.L. (Silence Of The Lambs) Ft. Lil Wayne - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Ludacris weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "S.O.T.L. (Silence Of The Lambs) Ft. Lil Wayne" 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 Ludacris employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Here we go, Luda! The world's screwed and niggas pourin' drinks like Bill Huxtable (Ha) I love R. Kelly but around my daughters, I'm not comfortable (Uh) Stand for what you believe in like Kaepernick You either in control or you gettin' fucked, no abstinence Huh, it's not enough blacks in the drivin' seat like a Nascar Why? 'Cause most racists people still drinkin' what's at Roseanne's bar Hah, Gandhi told me to be the change that I wanna see But Mayweather told me blow my change on the shopping spree What the world needs now (What's that?) Is love sweet love (Is love sweet love) But while the world takes its time Can I get some drug sweet drugs? (Drug sweet drugs) 'Cause when you rich too rich, all you get is mug, mean mugs And I'm gettin' to that age, sweet age I shouldn't be up in the club, sweet club Damn, grown shit, oldest daughter 'bout to go to college, nigga Least I can do is leave her with a little knowledge, nigga Yeah the clock's tickin' but just know That all my music timeless, nigga Ha, rap brought me back to restore a little bit of balance, nigga Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram Uh, pay these niggas no mind Tried to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em Damn, shit 'bout to get ugly Like Shabba Ranks, Mr. Lover Man Damn, anytime the G.O.A.T. speak All the G.O.A.T. need is silence of the lambs, bitch Any questions, any problems We could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow We could do shots, bitch Goin' brazy in the Lamb I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram Uh, anytime the G.O.A.T. speak All the G.O.A.T. need is silence of the lambs, bitch Yeah, life's a test that X's all the losers from winners (Yeah) Oh, watch me pass on that ass like Kendall Jenner (Woah) Woah, they say between love and hate there's a thin line (Yeah) I say love or hate, still no snitchin', that's a 6ix9ine (No) .45 tucked away in the gut (Uh), ain't a killer but don't test me 'Cause if any nigga try to come at me or my family Then the cops is gonna have to arrest me, catch me, fetch me Niggas is wearin' a bulletproof vest just to go outside (Brr) Innocent people are bystanders Some are recordin' murders on they cameras or they on Live (Live) Social media got kids wantin' to commit suicide (Damn) 'Cause everybody's gettin' scrutinized (Damn) 'Gram stuntin', those the truest lies Now the parents need to be supervised That's ass backwards Bombs blowin' from the terrorist attackers (Woah) Natural disasters, computer crashes (Woah) World leaders clashin' (Ooh) Separatin' us into different classes Protect the elite and destroy the masses So all up in the hoods, it's pistols blastin' No wonder why the hood gets not compassion We don't have no shape, form or fashion Feelin' like Mother Earth is mismatchin' So we gotta hurry up and take some action Or close your eyes and just imagine, damn Uh, goin' brazy in the Lamb I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram Uh, pay these niggas no mind Tried to pay attention, gotta underpay 'em Damn, shit 'bout to get ugly Like Shabba Ranks, Mr. Lover Man Damn, anytime the G.O.A.T. speak All the G.O.A.T. need is silence of the lambs, bitch Any questions, any problems We could talk about it or we could shoot shots, swish If the message in the bottle too hard to swallow We could do shots, bitch Goin' brazy in the Lamb I don't give a damn, bitch fuck the 'Gram Anytime the G.O.A.T. speak All the G.O.A.T. need is silence of the lambs