Lyrical Breakdown of 100 Summers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "100 Summers" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Meek Mill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "100 Summers" 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 Meek Mill 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 Meek Mill's narrative.

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I gotta place my rear view when I pull outta the parking spot 'Cause where I'm from all you niggas die in the parking lot Get ten seconds on the news, they barely talk about us You gotta watch the way you move, they'll make a target outcha Oh, the Reaper comin', gotta keep it on me I told my momma I won't leave her lonely Too much drama, get these demons off me You still at war, I got that thing in arm reach Fuck what happened That's what my momma told me when they caught me with the ratchet Rather see me in a cell than see me in a casket I show love to all my fans 'cause I prevail through all this rapping bull I got homies that died young and I miss 'em, tell the truth I feel like I let 'em down and that's word to Lil Snupe I put diamonds in yo face so when they see me they see you Know they'd kill me in my hood, but I just keep on comin' through Still wit' it, the graveyard throwing a party for all the real niggas They invited me, but shit I got a meal ticket When everybody want me to get out we gotta deal wit' it As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I did something that I had to regret I say some things I could never forget The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up I just wanna ball hunnid summers Seen too many of my dogs goin' under How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder We been goin' to war since Contra Grew up 'round them monsters they'll shoot you in your face Ain't used to showin' no love that's 'cause we grew up in that hate Live by the sword, die by the sword way Tried to make it home, they shot him in the hallway Tears on my face feel like I be cryin' blood Momma see her son again, we call that blind love I can't trust these niggas, they'll get you lined up Tried to rob me, he got smoke for a Rollie, his time's up You gon' be a killer or a homicide Make your momma shed a tear before my momma cry Was young and great, but they still smoked him at the waffle spot Only God can judge me when when I clutch him and let that chopper rock Philly shit I wrote this in blood, this some of my realest shit They say if he rich as fuck, why he movin' so militant 'Cause in my hood it ain't no love and I know what I'm dealin' wit' As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I did something that I had to regret I say some things I could never forget The Reaper took my homie's soul, feel like he after me next, hol' up I just wanna ball hunnid summers Seen too many of my dogs goin' under How I made it out alive sometimes I wonder We been goin' to war since Contra Oh, yeah yeah