Lyrical Breakdown of Johnny Cage - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Johnny Cage" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Soulja Boy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Johnny Cage" 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 Soulja Boy 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 Soulja Boy's narrative.
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Damn, these niggas broke as a motherfucka, bro
What the fuck goin' on, bruh?
I'm the only one gettin' money 'round this motherfucka wet
What you lookin' at, nigga? Head shot, face shot
Uh, uh, bust down everything (Soulja)
Two chains on me, nigga, I let it bang
I ain't check the shit, I'm walkin' the door strapped
Must not know my name
Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne
On the set, VVS my chain, I'm SOD Money Gang
Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang
Air it out on the freeway, double R, nigga, it not a thang
Three thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage
Hunnid fifty thou' cash in the save, fuckin' America Express
Head shot, face shot, gang nigga reachin' for my neck
It's a water, water wet, Audemars Piguet and a new Patek
I jumped off the porch then I jumped on a jet (nigga, on the set, nigga)
Jump, jump, jumped on a jet
Uh, uh, niggas mad, get here with the TEC (bitter)
Uh, seven-six-two, two-two-three, bullets hit the hardest
On this private jet, big Boeing, I went to the forest
Bust down, bust down, bust down my Rollie
Double R, double R, he actin' like he know me
Big stick on me, air knock down your big homie
F&n on the backseat, who gon' pick on me?
Uh, uh, uh, uh, I'm a dumb mind
Nigga get DP, jump like the lunch line
Bling, bling, blaow, lookin' at the water on my neck like wow
F&n spray the crowd, nigga, on gang
Uh, uh, bust down everything (Soulja)
Two chains on me, nigga, I let it bang
I ain't check the shit, I'm walkin' the door strapped
Must not know my name
Two pistols on my hip like I'm Max Payne
On the set, VVS my chain, I'm SOD Money Gang
Bust down Cartier came from Johnny Dang
Air it out on the freeway, double R, nigga, it not a thang
Three thousand cash for these buffets, dark frames like Johnny Cage
Bust down, bust down, VVS on my teeth, nigga
Buy a new chain every week, nigga
Sod the gang, I fell in love with beef, nigga
Murder gang, money gang, I hang with some street niggas
Seven-six-two, bullets knock down the street, nigga
Fifty thousand for my feet, nigga, I gotta eat, nigga
Twenty-five thousand on CashApp every week, nigga
I've been gettin' money since I was sixteen
How the fuck you mad at me, nigga?
On the set, nigga, whatever you did, I been did that
Big, big choppa blow his whole wig bag
Big, big Backwood, I smoke for a week, nigga
Three point five, we was smokin' on back fourteen, nigga, on gang
Big dice game, big ice chain
Two pistols on me, I spray the whole gang
Messin' with the squad, nigga, you must be insane
I done bust down the Cartier and I done bust down my frames
Nigga, on the gang
On the set (Soulja)
Niggas is bitch
Fuck wrong with y'all niggas, nigga?
Y'all know what the fuck goin' on
If you make the wrong move then you gon' die