Lyrical Breakdown of Shots Fired - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Megan Thee Stallion weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Shots Fired" 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 Megan Thee Stallion 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 Megan Thee Stallion's narrative.

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Brrt, brrt, baow (Buddah Bless this beat) Imagine (lyin') lyin' 'bout shootin' a real (real) (huh?) Just to save face for rapper rappers you chill with Imagine me givin' a f- it was your f- birthday You in your feelings, I just thought it was another Thursday (haha) Now imagine me bl-bl-blockin' - on some dry sh- (what?) I don't want you on the bench, believe you wouldn't've been invited (you wouldn't've been invited) And if it weren't for me, same week, you would have been indicted (should've let them lock your a- up) You offered M's not to talk, I guess that made my friend excited, hmm Now y'all in cahoots, huh (okay), you a puss in boots You shot a 5'10" (10") with a 22 Talkin' 'bout bones and tendons like them bullets wasn't pellets A... with a... gun, in his feelings Okay, he in the backseat and he keep callin' me a b- (he a b-) We all know the sh- I could've came back with He talkin' 'bout his followers, dollars, and goofy sh- I told him, "You're not poppin', you just on the remix" (what's poppin'?) Now here we are, 2020, eight months later And we still ain't got no (got no) justice for Breonna Taylor (Breonna Taylor) Any - on that (on that) side is a clout chaser A b- who he f- or a h- that he payin', uh Imagine me, hahaha Imagine me entertaining you goofy a- (goofy a-, goofy a-, goofy a-, goofy a-) Brrt, brrt, blaow (Buddah Bless this beat) Who you takin' shots at, goofy a-? Keep your broke (broke) out a rich (rich) business And that go for you b- too that's tryna get picked Talkin' sh-, I'll slide on you, thinkin' that you slick Ooh-ooh, it's a lotta weak (weak) in this b- They confused They hate me, but watch my videos beatin' they d- Who a snitch? I ain't never went to the police with no names I thought a b- that got her chain snatched, caught a loss had something to say, ayy I be speakin' facts, uh, they can't handle that, uh They want me to be the bad guy, let me put my mask on I was chose, I ain't ask to be this motherf- cold Still the brightest star and not just the ones that's up in this Rolls Keep it pimpin' always, actions do the talkin' I know you want the clout, so I ain't sayin' y'all names Oh, you out here ballin', huh? Who you get that money from? Ten toes down for whoever get the Patek, huh? I be so content 'cause I know I'm a real b- And anything I say, I'm never scared to repeat it You'd think I was a killer how these - scared as sh- I pull up one deep, but br-br-bring they whole clique, ayy Who you takin' shots at, goofy a-? Watchin' me succeed from your knees, suckin' d- I know you want attention from the - that I get I'm a steak, you a side plate, shrimp, stay in your place Real (real), yeah, yeah, I ain't sellin' fairytales FaceTime my - while my other - layin' there Sabotagin' somethin', tryna run and tell I got a bond with my (with my) and they all aware, yeah Who you takin' shots at? Shut up with your scary a- No profile pic, b-, your mama shouldn't've had Kick me while I'm down bad, I remember all that Next - send a shot, I'ma sent it right back (ah) Brrt, brrt Brrt, haha Ah Should've let them lock your a- up