Lyrical Breakdown of Hundred Acres - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hundred Acres" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Noname weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hundred Acres" 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 Noname 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 Noname's narrative.
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(Yeah) nigga, you ain't gettin' no money (Um-hm)
You ain't gettin' no bitches, you ain't doing no shit, man (yeah)
Whatchu mean? (Yeah, motherfucker, yeah)
Listen up, motherfucker, I'm gonna talk to you, hold on, hold on (ah)
If this the last supper, then my lover gettin' three plates
Liberate a free state, communism sweepstakes
We on a island, I'm sellin' seaweed to Poseidon
He gave us free housing, somethin' to spend a life in
My heart buck out, animated like a black cookout
Wit' Johnny Bravo, he the white lookout, don't look up
Don't worry 'bout it, baby, everybody eating good
Yeah, I'm eating honey with Winnie in Hundred Acre Woods
We in the deep South getting coin'
I'm in the library packing up books, tell your nigga join'
I tell your nigga jump, I'm a boss, I'm a hunt
Eat the cat good, he can pick the book of the month
And, yes, I mean that, I wrote this on my beanbag
I sacrificed my sanity, hoping to get my dream back
A clean rag on a dusty floor, rap underground princess, the love galore
(Whoa) I know somebody better give me my cheese
(Whoa) or I'ma have to get mine from the streets
(Whoa) I gotta look out for me (me)
Everyday struggle, niggas hustle in the background
Never had a cap, gown, graduated my college years
Volunteer, crystal clear like I made a wish
Rise from the swamp with them voodoo practices
Princess Tiana in Bahamas, on a beach like fuck a sauna
Cut the drama, I told you I'm feeling froggy, bitch
Been a long year since I hopped on a pogo stick
Niggas ain't getting no play like I'm home and sick
I wanna go outside and parlay
On a brunch date, this nigga just brought me a parfait
He 'bout to eat cake, I'm blowing his candle like birthday
Wishes do come true, I told you, boo
I'm outside (I'm outside), put a blunt up in the sky
Rapunzel been letting his hair lock, I'ma climb
Down a rabbit hole, Wonderland I got time
This is station 69, enjoy your smooth ride
(Whoa) I know somebody better give me my cheese
(Whoa) or I'ma have to get mine from the streets
(Whoa) I gotta look out for me (me)
Someone's gotta pay, yeah
(Whoa) I know somebody better give me my squeeze
(Whoa) or I'ma have to get mine from the streets
(Whoa) I gotta look out for me (me, oh, look out)
Man, I ain't waitin' around for these motherfuckin' nigga no more, I'm finna go outside
Whether it's the grocery store, I don't care if it's the mall, bitch, I'm outside
Listen to me now, okay? You hear me? If you finna get yours, I'm finna get mine
If it's Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, I don't care
I'm outside (come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
I'm outside (come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on)
I'm outside (come on, come on)