Lyrical Breakdown of Tunnel Vision - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Haha, mami like— Mami like, "Damn boy, you made it" (Man, you did) But she said, "You ain't nice" (At all) I tell her I know I'm nice, ha (Look) I don't talk to niggas (Nah), I don't feel these niggas (At all) Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look And it's tunnel vision (Yeah) when I'm in the field, nigga (In the field) If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (Grrt-baow) I'm a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas) I don't fuck with a lot of niggas because I'm too real for niggas (Yeah, nah) They don't know what it means (Yeah), to have million dollar dreams (Dreams) Then you wake up on the block and it's back to servin' fiends (Yeah) I don't drink Belaire (Nah), but I'm in Bel Air like I'm Uncle Phil Don't call me bluff, nigga, I am and, nigga, I will, look (Nigga, I will) And I'm from the fields (Woo), now it's million dollar deals (Woo) And it's all out of nowhere, push me and I'ma go there All in a second, gun kickin' like it's Tekken (Buck, buck) I'm a force to be reckoned, I'm God's perfection Look, God gave me a lot in some months, but it could go in a second If I fuck the wrong bitch (Woo) or walk up in the wrong section I don't talk to niggas (Nah), I don't feel these niggas (At all) Got a hundred round in my pocket, I'm ready, go kill these niggas (Brrt, brrt), look And it's tunnel vision (Yeah) when I'm in the field, nigga (In the field) If I tell Mikey Woo (Woo), then he gon' go drill a nigga (Grrt-bah) I'm a Brooklyn nigga, but shout out my Philly niggas (My Philly niggas) I don't fuck with a lot of niggas because I'm too real for niggas (Yeah, nah) They don't know what it means (Yeah), to have million dollar dreams (Dreams) Then you wake up on the block and it's back to servin' fiends (Yeah, nah) Stepped in the game, started changin' it, changin' it, haha Never who, forever the Woo What do you want your impact to be on the music industry? Like, a hundred years from now, how do you want people to remember you? Pop Smoke did this, he did that, he did what? Pop Smoke came in and changed the game Pop Smoke came in and showed them niggas a new vibe You know, the whole sound, the whole vibe, the whole movement Different Forever my heart, forever my dawgs We still gon' put on for you The smoke will never clear Never Woo, woo, woo, grrt-baow