Lyrical Breakdown of Pow - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pow" 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 "Pow" 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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Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
Runnin' with it
Gotta get a black mask
Can't see me, Soulja Boy Tell 'Em
I'm on the beat
I'm undefeated, tid
Did yo' CD release, yet, nope, don't think so
Still reppin' West Side 'till I go
Cicero roll all way back to that fo'
When you use to post up at the green sto'
With my niggas up on that block, waitin' for that Marta, ain't have a car yet
Lookim' for that charger, 'bout to jump a rail
Me and my niggas, we crunk as hell
Shot-out to my niggas Antonio
I'ma holla at you folk
Got them goons, holdin' that scope
On patrol, H2 Hummer, with the 8's sitten tqll
Me and my niggas, we gotta ball
Made it rain in the mall
In the mall in New York, get it, man
Get it, man, money 'bout the business man
Leavin' no with it man, 50 in a many man
Get it, man, get it, man
Now I gotta get it, man
Soulja Boy started, Soulja Boy finished it
Kinfolk playin' on Nintendo, blowin' on the Indoe, Indoe
Purp out the window, kush in the findo
Make a nigga get low
Soulja Boy Tell 'Em, yeah, get low, folk
S.O.D 'till the day I go
Reppin', 6-6-Duece-G-D-74
And you already know, I'm the boss for this show
I was born, back in 19-9-0
Killin' this shit, make it look so easy
My wrist look freezy, my jewels look cheesy
Told yo' bitch to beat it, beat it
Get back, nigga better get that
Rip that, tell yo' bitch, "let me hit that"
Gotta who guap on the 10 trap, flip that, turn that gram into a whole half, once again
SOD is shinin' out, holdin' down my side of the town
And everybody ridin' 'round
Screamin', " Soulja Boy is puttin' it down"
And I ain't talkin' with the mifo, talkin' 'bout that flight, yo' ice-chain look like a light show
Makin' big money loo Ike Michael, clock gone psycho, and ya' raps recycle, bitch
Swag make the girls go — pow
Swag make the girls go — pow, pow, pow
Ice make the girls go — pow
Ice make the girls go — pow, pow pow
That's make the girls go — pow
That's make the girls go — pow, pow, pow
Money make the world go — pow
Money make the world go — pow, pow, pow
You know, man?
It's SouIja Boy Tell 'Em, bruh
You know what I'm sayin'?
Everyday man I thank God gor my life, man
It's crazy out here, man, you feel me?
Six niggas than rain I'm my crib
AK's and pistols and shit
For what? All over a motherfuckin' chain
Niggas tryin' to kill me
Kidnap my nigga
But it's all good though
I thought I'll never have to shoot a muthafucka
Good thang, I was strapped tho'
You know what they say?
Shit, better them than me
Nigga, all of us would of been dead that night
But you know what is it man
S.O.D. money gang
Y'all got me fucked up
Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow