Lyrical Breakdown of Black on Black - Gunplay feat. Ace Hood & Bun B - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black on Black - Gunplay feat. Ace Hood & Bun B" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Rick Ross weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black on Black - Gunplay feat. Ace Hood & Bun B" 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 Rick Ross 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 Rick Ross's narrative.

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Okay now guess who's back In a black Maybach With a black card on me, better know it's straight like that My nigga we black on black, black on black My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black My nigga we black on black Flag all black Put it all on that My niggas gon' ride for a fact Yeah homie we black on black, black on black One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black I put black on the paint I whip white in the sink I put work on the pike I ain't scared of handcuffs and links Only thing that petrify me is no money in bank I'mma Chevy out there sprayin' bitch, I'll jail bite the crank I'm a shark out the tank, I don't bark I just bite Keep that K all day, don't walk up on me I'll put that knife All gold Dayton spokes strokin' the pavement slow I did that ho a favor and she paid me back in throat I told the kitchen they wasn't cutting the loaf Butcher knife on the shelf like, "Where the fuck the filet mignon?" Take a close look at my face, the war paint is on Stuck my dick in the world, now I'm raping this song, I'm wrong? Okay now guess who's back In a black Maybach With a black card on me, better know it's straight like that My nigga we black on black, black on black My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black My nigga we black on black Flag all black Put it all on that My niggas gon' ride for a fact Yeah homie we black on black, black on black One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black Man I'm sitting in a black room dressed up in a black fit I'm cleaning my black guns and loading my black clips Count from one to fifty, that's a fully loaded mag I pick it all up and put it in a black bag Put on my black gloves, put on my black mask Pop my trunk and load it up and jump in my black Jag Sipping on black Hennessy out of a black flask And best believe that I'm coming to get your black ass When I pull that Mac out, they know I'm finna black out They start hitting fences, taking alley ways and the back route I caught one of 'em slipping, put that thing up to his back Pulled that trigger on that nigga, and all he saw was black Okay now guess who's back In a black Maybach With a black card on me, better know it's straight like that My nigga we black on black, black on black My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black My nigga we black on black Flag all black Put it all on that My niggas gon' ride for a fact Yeah homie we black on black, black on black One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black Okay now black lil nigga, in them all black denims With a Mossberg pump that'll have them sleep in your liver Better watch that shit that you say, my goons don't play That black Glock 9 never leave my side, no way I keep that strap when I pray, even when I bow head to say grace Any nigga bring beef my way, better let that 4-4 spray Yeah nigga that's black on black, my whips all black That Ghost don't fold, them four Diablos on that And I keep that black Louis bag, racks on racks My bitch so bad, Chinese and black, yeah I'm a wild young nigga, getting rich off rap My Rolex fitted, spent about sixty on that Okay now guess who's back In a black Maybach With a black card on me, better know it's straight like that My nigga we black on black, black on black My Rolex gold, but know my strap all black My nigga we black on black Flag all black Put it all on that My niggas gon' ride for a fact Yeah homie we black on black, black on black One thing that's fact: I'm rich and black