Lyrical Breakdown of No Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Time" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Time" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.

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Check it out Wake up in the mornin', know I gotta do this shit Ayy, let's do it (Cannon) Yeah Yeah Yeah-yeah, uh Yeah, uh, uh Yeah, uh, yeah We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah) They stay lyin' We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah) She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah) They stay lyin' Four, five, six, seven bitches keep callin' my line (my line) You cap like Mitchell & Ness, lil' nigga, stop lyin' (no cap, uh) Chop that top on my Lam', I'm livin' my life (livin' my life, yeah) Chopped-up chicken and shrimp cut in my rice (uh) Spanish bitch call me papi, I can make her my wife (make her my wife) She want new Versace, put Medusa on her eyes (Medusa on her eyes) Me and Cash Carti got them sisters, 'bout to put 'em on a flight (put 'em on a flight) Diamonds in the Cartier lenses, you can see 'em in the night (see 'em in the night) Call Balmain, ask 'em why my jeans so tight? (Jeans so tight), uh Traffic in all lanes, I don't think you really wanna ride (really wanna ride) Young GunWun one up, you not my kind (not my kind) Five, six, seven, eight watches, I ain't wastin' my time (wastin' my time) We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah) They stay lyin' We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah) She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah) They stay lyin' (what?) My bitch fine, huh You don't wanna lie, hol' up My bitch bitin', hol' up These niggas been bitin', yeah But my diamonds keep bitin', uh These hoes be bitin', hol' up These niggas be bitin', hol' up, hol' up, uh Bitch, I'm the bomb, yeah, Bin Laden Got a bitch hittin' the line right now, yeah Say she got molly, uh, yeah Sour, yeah, I don't do sour (nah, yeah) OG, you know me, yeah It's cold outside, I need a long sleeve, yeah Ballin' on your ho like Kobe (Kobe), uh (ballin') Dunkin' on your ho like no B (what? what?) Bald head like Ginóbili Piru, watch my nose bleed (what? what?) That boy dead (yeah) Arm and a leg, hol' up, yeah Head and chest (that boy dead) Turnin' your head (that boy dead) Take your bread (that boy dead) We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here (yeah) They stay lyin' We ain't got time I drop my demons off, yeah Clear my mind Ridin' 'round town with a bad ass bitch (yeah) She a dime (hold up) All these niggas, they cappin' 'round here They stay lyin'