Lyrical Breakdown of Burn - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Burn" 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 "Burn" 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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Mmg nigga, chain all vs I ain't with the bs Catch me in the city riding hard through the bx Skinny nigga, but I do it large like a 3x The last nigga that tried to do me wrong, uhm he checked Right back to that money slinging os in pj I'm prolly catching milage while the pilot steady preject Because we next and we flex like... Like 90px, working all night No breaks or recess Vroom, vroom Yeah, I know my car sound like a t-rex Bitch I'm 23 years old and I ain't riding in a prius My cousin finished school Can't believe he graduated I through him 20 thousand dollars Told his ass congratulations Cause me, I wasn't made for that shit But I could prolly hire him and who all paid for his shit And to all the hoes that was dissing, I prayed to god that you see me I'm on the yard getting hella high, smoking good, that seaweed Bad bitch and her chacha, grabbing on her chee ches Million dollars bills on my email You mad ass hell you ain't cc'd Chain all vs Bitch you know it's bs Boy I run my city End of story, nigga ps All white maybach Green bay they pack Y'all niggas was slackin Yeah, but I'm all nice new track And they say life's a game of chess You can play checkers all on my jacket Because it donny ya and rhymes away on all you pig rappers I say yeah nigga I murder that Pen em ear and serve em back Niggas say they want beef Well well the fucks my burgers at I got white, was serving that I been to jail, ain't going back I alley-ooped your bitch off that backboard She throw it back I slammed off in the pussy Blake griffin'd your hoe nigga Maybach with ricky ross my chain rock like I know jigga That's cause I do hoe Shout out to my new hoe That pussy pink like nuvo And I dogged that, khujo Niggas want talk What they gone say I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this You muthafuckas gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that shit burn Bitch, I had one shot of na blunt Ridin' til the wheels fell off and they tore it I got green on top of green Diamonds lookin' like I grew it D-town, the hood behind me like a king cobra Burn, bitch I let it burn bitch My money straighta than a motherfuckin' perm bitch No navigation, you can see that is my turn shit Shorty give me all that brain and still ain't never learn shit Oh that's your girl, Damn nigga you ain't learn shit She naked in my studio I'm on that howard stern shit Yep, I swear that mack 10 is barbell Finally famous, the cartel Hit your girl in my whip and now that pussy got that new car smell Same shit, different day I ain't broke no more, it's a different day Don't turn me down, I got shit to say My purp strong like it's lifting weights It sean don, sippin' chandon I got a bitch with them pom poms My rolly don't tick tock, you shit sound like a time bomb Booom... Little bitch... Niggas want talk What they gone say I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this You muthafuckas gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that shit burn Niggas want talk What they gone say I hit the pedal til that muthafucka break Freaky bitches love the money I make And to live like this You muthafuckas gotta pay So let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Let that shit burn Gasoline, The roof on fire, I'm only gettin' higher 50 racks all in my pocket, all the bottles I'ma let that shit burn... burn