Lyrical Breakdown of Bucky Done Gun - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bucky Done Gun" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how M.I.A. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bucky Done Gun" 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 M.I.A. 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 M.I.A.'s narrative.
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London
Quieten down and I need to make a sound
New York
Quieten down and I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quieten down and I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quieten and I need to make sound
They comin' through the window
They comin' through the door
They bustin' down the big wall
And soundin' the four
They comin' through the window
They comin' through the door
They bustin' down the big wall
And soundin' the hall
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'
Time to spit, new shit
I'm rockin' on this new bit
I'm hot, now you'll see
I'll bite you just to get peace
Heavyweight wrestler
Fight me in you're comfort, ah
I let you be superior
I'm filth with the furior
London
Quieten down I need to make a sound
New York
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Kingston
Quieten down I need to make a sound
Brazil
Quieten down I need to make sound
I'll hard drive your bit
I'm battered by your sumo grip
Lucky I like feelin' shit
My stamina can take it
Gymnastics super fit
Muscle in the gun clip
Bite teeth, nose bleed
Tied up in a scarf piece
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'
Can I get control?
Do you like me vulnerable?
I'm armed and I'm equal
More fun for the people
Physical, brute force
Steel, lion you're the boss
Yeah, you're so do-able
Grind me down sugar slow
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'
What you want?
Bucky done gun
What you want now?
Fire done burn
What you want?
Bucky done gun
Get crackin'
Get get crackin'