Lyrical Breakdown of Here Comes The Boom - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Here Comes The Boom" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Nelly weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Here Comes The Boom" 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 Nelly 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 Nelly's narrative.
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[Hook]
Here comes the
Here comes the
Here comes the
Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)
Here comes the (BOOM!)
Here comes the (BOOM!)
Here comes the
Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)
Here comes the (BOOM!)
Here comes the (BOOM!)
Here comes the
Ya'll don't really want it now (BOOM!)
It's the N-E-Double L-Y
I said it so I keep it realz up in my hood, on the dirty like Bledsoe
Ain't got no twist in my hair, but I'm still dread throwin
I gots plenty of bread so I go to bed full now
Ain't in it to win, to win it I'm all in
I might call you my cuz youngblood, but we ain't kin naw
Ya think of jumpin man, you best think again
Lil dirty, I'm the type of man that might could go for revenge
Have some not so nice friends,kick the door off the hinge
Take the door of ya Benz, p-p-pop 4 of your friends
This here ain't cynical (Uh uh)
Mental, subliminal, I'm physical, financial
And mental to be a general
Lil mama come, she want a soldier
Not the type be in the tank, but in that Rover
I'm in the zone like AIDS full blown
I'm killit like a blind man readin, I'm feelin it like (BOOM!)
He really think he gutter
When he know he soft as butter
He ain't never been a fighter
You can go and ask his mother
I'm a lover and a fighter, producter and a writer
Give your girl a quick fix, and give ya man a nice shine
(Ya'll don't really want it) And I can tell just by lookin
That you the type to run and go and tell just by lookin at ya
You want a mission for recognition by dissin
Then have no problem till the record started rippin
(Ya'll don't really want it) So let me tell ya the deal
I'm oh so serious, I'm dirty, I'm no longer for real
LIKE A HOP SKIP AND A JUMP, a Glock grip on the pump
From leavin you in da trunk, somewhere prepared to dump
(Ya'll don't really want it) So quit actin like you deaf
I'm LOOKIN TO MY RIGHT, tryna see who's left
So uh, you better watch it fore I stick to the plan
And be the next Artest to run up in your stands like (BOOM!)
Ya'll don't really want it, don't really want it
Ya'll don't really want it with me
I know ya shook man, you ain't built for
As scared as a nigga can be
It's gon sound like (BOOM!)
When I'm comin like (BOOM!)
When I'm comin like (BOOM!)
When I come for ya
It's gon sound like (BOOM!)
When I'm comin like (BOOM!)
When I'm comin like (BOOM!)
When I come for ya
It's gon sound like (BOOM!)
(Hook)