Lyrical Breakdown of Nobody Moves - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Nobody Moves" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Master P weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Nobody Moves" 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 Master P 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 Master P's narrative.

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Chorus: Master P + Magic (repeat 4X) Nobody moves, nobody get hurt {What?} Don't make me put yo' face on a t-shirt with some dirt {Motherfucker it's on!} [Master P] I retired from the game til you niggaz got me fucked up I'm back for 2000 to get y'all bitches and y'all niggaz bucked up The media started hatin cause I made my money on the corner I'm like the Energizer Bunny, on some weed and Corona Now y'all don't want to fuck wit me I got some killers that'll bust wit me and I represent that see-P-3 til I'm motherfuckin six feet deep!!! Nigga I'ma ball til I fall, no fakin it's all real How many niggaz can roll through the project, that made $56 mill? We all tatted, all gatted, we hustlers, y'all addicts Now who the fuck want static? I got the automatics Chorus 1/2 [Magic] Motherfucker we back To all the hater niggaz thought No Limit was fallin off I'm here to set the record straight MOTHERFUCKER I'M GOIN OFF! On all you bitches speakin behind the microphone One more word and I'ma follow you home Empty my chrome, up in your dome It's the why-2-K motherfucker WE CAME TO CRUSH BONES! Eternal sleep to all you niggaz talkin beef I cut you up and eat you I'm a, wild fuckin beast I'm like a fuckin bomb and P's the designator Go 'head and push the button, LET ME GET RID OF ALL THE HATERS! .. Nann nigga here can fade us, so BOW MOTHERFUCKER BOW TO THE FUCKIN GREATEST! Chorus 1/2 [Silkk] We put the choppers up, my nigga done put the legs down Niggaz think we playin at first, but shit done got serious now We make nightmares come true, when we come through Nigga you don't want to fuck with us that there they see what a nigga did done you, run who and I don't believe in that ten years down the line shit Revenge so when you come through? Bury your lil' son too Shit is real now We walk away, fuck nah I was taught to spray If the drama too big for what I got on my hip P and Magic brought the 'K Niggaz done fucked up the game That's why they got stuck for they chain Niggaz ain't real killers, niggaz ? looked up in vain See I ain't no killer, but if come down to it I'll bust yo' brains in I don't give a fuck who around me, never touch my No Limit chain again Bitch Chorus