Lyrical Breakdown of My World - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My World" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne feat. Dalima & Brotha Lynch Hung weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "My World" 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 Tech N9ne feat. Dalima & Brotha Lynch Hung 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 Tech N9ne feat. Dalima & Brotha Lynch Hung's narrative.
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In a world of misery
Within this, three planets collide
Brotha Lynch, Dalima, Tech N9ne
Bring you along for the ride
Wait a minute, I'm from the West Coast Conference
Like Kobe or James Worthy
You could just call me the King of the Valley
All I need is a game jersey
Nigga nuts and guts get served up
When I get it, I'll spit enough, aim sturdy
Cut it up, gut it up, with colds cuts
And in a oven I'll heat it up, came dirty
I be off'a that Crip tonight
Turn 'em into liquid ice, stain his jersey
Leave 'em in the back of the El Co
Like Helter Skelt', stick it to 'em like velcro
Nigga, I'm a bitch killer
I'm a dig a ditch, quick to rip ya
Paint a murder picture wit'cha
I'm a jack knife, strip ya that night
Split your legs open and dick you
But them quick into rippin' your guts
Eat ya meat, Deep heat, deplete you with the meat cleaver
That I didn't see you either
Phone call or receiver, court order delete you
Tech ordered the meat, I'm bringin' the seasonage
And a suicide note, do-or-die Loc
Keys in the backseat, cut necks, I'm sexist
Bout to get him that Brotha Lynch Hung necklace
Expect this
(Welcome to my world)
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
(Welcome to my world)
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
(Lyrical asylum)
'Cause I be Dalima, motherfuckers hatin' me for the longest
Could it be critical 'cause I'm lyrically flawless?
And if I'm heated I cannot be mentally cautious?
(Diggin' the pain) I get deep peepin' the flame
Only can I be held accountable for makin' the change
To whatever regards are gonna be (Insane)
In the middle of a stage, I'm bustin' like a 12-Gauge
You can never bring it to a nigga that'll hang you up
Slip a couple mickeys up in your drink for you
Homicidal with the fully-loaded rifle and undecided of
Whether or not I can cut up your brains or guts
(I get spaced out sometimes)
And it's like I'm a heathen, whether or not you believe it
Everytime I rap a motherfucker stop breathin'
Have you ever been in a dilemma for a reason? (Nah)
Well, let me introduce you to the crucial upliftin' future (and then)
Recruit you and seduce you to the mutual group of (My friends' souls)
Nigga you better get ready 'cause
We done put together the fettiest chemical frame
Energetic when I let it, embed it in your brain
Tech N9ne, Dalima and Brotha Lynch like
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
(Dlrow ym ot emocleW)
(World)
Fight this phantom, your freakin' family will fall flat
Bunk Bianca's beat 'em black and blue with a baseball bat
I might be a small cat, but I won't use discretion
Hit 'em with a weapon, if he steppin' with a mall rat
Twenty minus eleven, I make 'em all scat!
Not prosperous now, Tech's not with his crowd
He's lost in his clouds
Rather be off'ed than soft with his style
I got hopes that my life might get better
But I've been broke, so I might swipe your chedder
You better get ready to give me, I got a vendetta
Comin' to get it, whether weed or money, whatever
Nobody said it was gonna be easy, people deceive me
Or leave me in the dark and buried off in Necropolis
One day you gon' see on me TV, you better believe me
Takin' over this and never the opposite
Rewrite my life, gimme light, inner fight for what's right
Allah Liberate, Cuidado
151 Rum is how we run from slim sums, then comes Diablo
I need a medic 'cause I murder energetic
In the cerebellum never tell 'em I got
One of the worst problems in the Medulla Oblongata
And you ought to go in one hell of a shot!
No more darkness, how did I start this?
Feelin' bizarre shit, like kickin' your carcass
I am the ruler in my kingdom and my Dark Seat's hot
Step into My World and your heartbeat stop!
(Dlrow ym ot emocleW)
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
Welcome to my world
Where hearts are broken, and bars
Are open, potions pullin' me closer
Welcome to my world
Dark's my ocean, my Ark is floatin'
But not livin' like I'm supposed to
Welcome to my world