Lyrical Breakdown of Madden - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Uh, uh, uh 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib, you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dawg I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field, they should put us on Madden Hole in one, we take his soul, he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion In the club, I don't care if you here with your man I get high off the X, then I'm grippin' on asses Niggas'll die 'bout a bitch 'til this four nickel hit And it turn his afro into ashes And we can go through a list, all the hos that we hittin' I swear that my bitch be the baddest, uh Beat from the back when I bag it, uh She gon' throw back like a classic, uh 'Member I was broke, now I'm bad on my ass And that shit had me losin' my temper Swervin' in Cali', I come from the 'Raq Now it's drop top coupes in the winter No matter how far I go, like this pain in me, still be hard to get rid of No matter how far I go, got the gang with me, bitch, I'm move with my killers 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib, you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dawg I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field, they should put us on Madden Hole in one, we take his soul, he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion Lead on my hip, I ain't packin' a pistol Don't make me let my lil' savages get you Won't hesitate when we clappin' them pistols Shots to his face, they gon' fracture his dental Send 'em to God with this new Beretta He lettin' off shots from the back of the window Ride for the squad, applyin' that pressure I bet he gon' fold like a Mac or a Kindle Uh, survive in the trenches Hustle like 50, might die tryna get it I know the police be on me 'bout murders I love that the opps gon' deny that I'm with it You better watch who you let in that car 'Cause he might drop it down, boy, you ridin' with a witness Racks to my slot, used to post on the block But no, I ain't never spent time in the kitchen 'Member for new kicks, sellin' raw I dropped a few bands on a show Now that young nigga don't care what it cost Swear in my new crib, you get lost We still'll suit up and risk it all Yeah, we gon' shoot to kill, knock 'em off I shed a few tears for my dawg I be up still wishin' you could call Fuck all the opps, know I make 'em the maddest Like a strict teacher, ain't givin' out passes You better duck when that beam get to taggin' We love the field, they should put us on Madden Hole in one, we take his soul, he done Tryna score like a shot through the basket Loadin' drums, we leave your soldiers slumped Swear they empty out clips with a passion, uh