Lyrical Breakdown of Yikes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Nicki Minaj weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Yikes" 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 Nicki Minaj 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 Nicki Minaj's narrative.

This lyrical analysis of "Yikes" not only celebrates Nicki Minaj's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!

Don't ever fuckin' play with me Y'all niggas know, y'all bitches know I'm the fucking queen You hoe bitches know You dirty bum bitches know (Grrr) Pooh, you a fool for this one Got the strings on 'em Woke up, the price of coke up (Woo, woo) I just hit 'em with the low cut, then call my folks up (Folks) Somebody 'bout to get poked up, go call a tow truck (Tow) All that talkin' out your neck Might just get your throat cut (Ooh, ooh) This a Mack truck, not a black truck (woo) When we move, tell 'em, back up, click, click, clack, duck Hella bands, pull up, stashed up, super facts up All you bitches Rosa Parks, uh-oh, get your ass up, uh Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Woo) Yeah (Sheesh, go), I keep two nines, yeah (Sheesh) You see my face all over that Fendi design, yeah Soon as niggas press you, boy, you throw up peace signs, yeah You don't want that action, pull your cards, you decline, yeah Uh (Woo, woo), I keep two dimes, yeah (Woo, woo) Walk up to a bad bitch, be like, I think you fine, yeah I don't play with demons, Satan, get thee behind, yeah 'Bout to get fucked up on margarita with two limes, yeah Ooh, I've been the same Ain't shit changed, this ain't nothin' new (Woo) That pretty frame, diamond chain, what the fuck it do? Yo, clear the way, it's some bad bitches comin' through (Sheesh) I give two F's like the letters that are on my shoe Yikes, I play tag and you it for life (Woo, life) Yikes (Yikes), you a clown, you do it for likes Yikes (Yikes), yes, it's tight, but it doesn't bite Grip it right, he be like (Woo) Yikes, what's the hype? This is something light (Light, light, woo) Yikes, outta town on consistent flights Yikes, work hard, this a different white (White) Get your life, you bitches ain't livin' right (Ooh) Bag talk, but ain't got no mouth for money Bag talk, hmm It's quiet, ain't no back talk (Grrr) Quiet, ain't no back talk