Lyrical Breakdown of She's Gone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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What? You mean i'm ya second favorite famale rapper... You crazy? I'm better than most niggaz... Suck my dick (Verse one) There aint a bitch as ill as me No bitch as real as me Shit i live where the stealers, drug dealers, killers be Dont give a fuck what yaw mothafuckas think of me So fuckin what, fuck a slut if she aint feelin me If you a real bitch, than u love my shit Turn out the lights get ya man and fuck to my shit Ride that dick, make him eat yo shit Bust ya nut ma, light a blunt to ma shit I think it's some truth to that sex sells shit. Cus bitches is so pussy... niggaz is just dicks (shit) Im so sicking, Dont think cus i smoke a lil more than alotta weed that im slippin As long as hoes is still strippin, My flow is still flippin, Jewels a keep drippin And imma keep comin threw in that six wit the seats back shipment Stop trippin bitch, cus when i stop u lookin, Its no need for the ice grill u not in Brooklyn Go ahead and act fool like u really wanna step to dis And imma put tha tool right between ya two breasttess And aint shit that u can say to me when u be breathless (Hook) Young but i done did to Too much shit I smoke like an O a day nothing but the DrO and Haze So u know i feel no pain Now i gotta go away (Dude talking) Remy ma Offcial fuckin beat bodier Who the fuck want it? Niggaz? bitchez? Tha fuckin bronx savior The queen of NY The games changing She be on the rap for ya'll bitches This doobie ya heard BX dont get it twisted Home ofthe killers, the dealers, the bombers and Remy Martin.Rep that (Verse two) See i be trying not to swear to god, but i swear mothafuckas gon hear the squad Ya'll betta say a prospect in joe to god Armageddon, tony sunshine and remy ma About to take over the worls alrady run the bronx And if it want for P we couldnt be so bless his heart bless his soul Make he reast in peace, can i get a lil moment of silence please... I never let em see me stress Dont never try to disrespect Nigga i eat, shit, sleep and breath TS And if i love a nigga, remy love a nigga ta death (Hook)