Lyrical Breakdown of Un Delay - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Un Delay" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Un Delay" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.
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Young rich nigga feel like Bill Gates
50 racks gone out of my bouquet
The bitches they cooking the chicken
They whipping it undelay
I'm calling the plug and he bringing
It to me like undelay
Undelay, undelay, undelay
I'm calling the plug and he wrapping
The chicken he ship it away
Undelay, undelay, undelay
The bitches they cooking the chicken
They whipping it undelay
Young nigga I did it, I pull up in Bentleys
I'm smoking on something terrific
My niggas they scary, horrific
They killing, they leaving no witness
I met you and gave you the chickens
I never show you where I stay
You give me Benji's I give you
The pounds, the chicken my nigga
Then undelay
Ain't worried bout a nigga tryna rob young
Takeoff F and N on my waist
I cook it and wrap it and
Flip it and ship it
The junkies they love how I whip it
Young rich nigga, I'm worth a milli
I trap in the abandoned building
With no bars, boards on the windows
All black jag, 50 bricks in the fender
Young rich nigga feel like Bill Gates
50 racks gone out of my bouquet
The bitches they cooking the chicken
They whipping it undelay
I'm calling the plug and he bringing
It to me like undelay
Undelay, undelay, undelay
I'm calling the plug and he wrapping
The chicken he ship it away
Undelay, undelay, undelay
The bitches they cooking the chicken
They whipping it undelay
Young nigga yeah I love to remix
The baby they come in the crib
I'm drinking on lean out the seal
Got 32 pack like Shaquille O'Neal
Young nigga I stay with the steel
Got cameras outside of my crib
Got goons that would get you undelay
And I'm flipping the work like
I flip patty cake
Got bitches they cooking the cookies
My pockets stay fat like I go out with snooki
You walk with the sack then my niggas come
At you with Uzi's up under they hoodies
My plug had the nerve to send me the mid
I told that nigga I'm gucci he said my bad
Sent me a new pack and bought
Me a brand new duelly