Lyrical Breakdown of Move Wrong - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Move Wrong" 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 "Move Wrong" 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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Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down (Bolegs, this you?)
Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down
Lay it down, lay it down, you hos lay it down (Spank on the beat)
When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong
This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on
Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone
Diamond was lackin' while it was crackin' and got boomed on
We just clapped a face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on
We got so many pipes up on this block, boy, this a tool zone
Tell 'em free Famous, every court date, I got Zoom on
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cell, that's somethin' I'm cool on
It take money to go to war, a lotta guns and they not cheap
Glocks, Dracs and ARPs, with this shit 'til the day I leave
My killers bounce out V's and chase him down until he cannot breathe
Only sandbox niggas on my team, you fuck niggas ain't my bleeds
We play laser tag with the beams, my shooters creep
Get up close, don't shoot from deep
Me and Vonno got two a piece
I put the press on a nigga for woofin' about what he gon' do to me
You don't want them killers outside your house, pull up like Uber Eats
Uh, he took off and ran and got knocked right up off his feet
I got rich, and I'm still signed, I just can't stop, I'm in too deep
Opps tryna post up on they block because they heard that I'm OT
I'm in the 'Raq like it's Miami 'cause I'm strapped up with my heat
Big-Big Jilla like a Muslim, he pop up when he hear beef
I had to block J Mane number, he kept talkin' 'bout pushin' peace
Everybody slide in fin-fin, we bounce outta regular Jeeps
We had to tap lil' Keesy head 'cause he thought this shit was sweet, with his dead ass
Throw Bs like we rock red flags, blue hunnids make my pants sag
Took off, but I was dead last, can't wait to let my lead blast
Put a built-in switch up on the Glock, it shoot so damn fast
Talkin' shit, but ain't out on your block, that's how your man's died
Fuck the opps 'til I'm six feet, can't get back what they took from me
They shoulda knew they couldn't compete, they got spanked and put to sleep
I got 34 racks, the fuck I look like, Booker T?
It depend on if you movin' right on whether you booked or free
When I up this Drac', a nigga better not move wrong
This shit get crazy, they done knocked him out his socks with his shoes on
Long live all the bros, most of they killers got a tombstone
Diamond was lackin' while it was crackin' and got boomed on
We just clapped a face up, y'all gon' see him when the news on
We got so many pipes up on this block, boy, this a tool zone
Tell 'em free Famous, every court date, I got Zoom on
Gettin' smoked or bein' locked in a cell, that's somethin' I'm cool on