Lyrical Breakdown of Best You Won't Hit 'Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Best You Won't Hit 'Em" 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 "Best You Won't Hit 'Em" 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 said shawty mind clear with the jewels drippin' off em She say I be killin' em I say get a coffin Stuntin I be often They like "What it cost him?" Whole team fulla green you would think we Boston Swollen, Ballin Flow be on the faucet Middle man shut yo damn mouth call a boss in Big money on the table nigga why you talkin Black and yellow 'maro, murder scene, caution Tape, scrape, all I get is hate Chillin' in the mansion, all you see is gate She say that I'm handsome she thinking 'bout a date But I'm just tryna take her home I'm thinking bout a "safe" I was just booked they had me bidding in the pen house Couple months later now I'm sittin in the penthouse Bitches fuckin' everywhere you thinking it's a pimphouse Engineer lookin' when that boy gon' pull his pen out No pen no pad This shit so sad Dippin in the Aston This bitch so fast This bitch so bad I treat her so nice I came so fast I had to go twice Rob me, no dice Better get your dope slice Puffin on the diesel gettin higher than the coke price Nigga, you a rat, you a talkin to them folks type I'm more like the bull that could get 'em by the bow type This be- homicide All black whipped you would think it's on my side I'mma get money laid back kinda guy If you dead broke, nigga why you mindin mine? Yah, you gettin paid for this shit? I dont needa see the work I'm gettin paid by the bricks Ciroc and lemonade in the shade with your bitch She sent you straight to the voicemail Shame on your bitch You wussup girl I gotta ask you If you suckin would you eat the nut? Cashews I'm countin money so you know I'm good at math boo She frontin' on you tryna cover up yo' tattoos Girl why you killin him? She tryna go at me I'm tellin' her to deal with him And if you notice me Then you will see some will in him Rocks in the bezzle Bigger then some M&m's, HA! (2) High school I was ballin, Reese Rice I hustle all day I don't even eat right Cause Im just tryna get a ticket no police light That's a milli bitch I'm on that Philly shit And I'm just tryna make a movie like I'm Willy Smith Come to my hood, show you how real it gets Niggas thats padlocked tell you that they feelin this () It's Meek Milli bitch! Philly! I swear to god Ain't no competion and I dont even own a composition You wassup girl, I gotta ask you, if you suckin Would you eat the nut? Cashews! Haha! Real talk though, no pen no pad flow Shit is so sad tho It's your boy Meek Milli signin' the fuck out We make movies- bitch!