Lyrical Breakdown of Yeah No! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yeah No!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Yeah No!" 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 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's narrative.

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Yeah! No! This God energy, gotta be great! (Yeah! No!) 'Cause I ain't hanging out, nigga I'm reclusive now, what! The gun drops in a one If you bums cross then you done Don't get red rum caught in your lungs It's electric when the Tech is finna get plum lost in the drum Let's go! We gotcha, he want it wit' we 'cause we don't see nada Gotta be solitary or prolly wit' me partnas in a B chakra Flea's off ya gotta bleed Mothra, please Papa I'ma need vodka wit the weed to stop ta lay D, Gaga Ball pit, slit, bitch, split slide, you can dip wit' them guys That wanna hit the spliff from inside my fuckin' circle I don't wanna hurt you, the N9na's a virtue We gotta take care of him And if you think you're gonna harass him You cannot reach me and all of my seraphim Ninefold, so nigga I been chose, I get in souls Make 'em implode wit' a beat like I'm on and my grim flows When I'm done, say goodbye to the gun, everyone I gotta go You wanna hang out wit Doc Strange after my show? Yeah, no! Yeah! No! Yeah! No! Yeah we good, it's just time to be still for real I am not y'alls enemies, I'm trying to preserve my chakras nigga Nine times greater than rhyme I'm beta With the slime crowd, it behind I made it with divine shine haters When I line mine But I'm the highest angel in white Try to find my angle and came, I'm exalted Nigga lost his but the boss is entangled in bank Might feel inferior to this hierarchy But you gonna hear su-superior, you try'na tire mark me Tech'll never bring the gore to Maudie The family cannot afford the body Of the blessed kid to be tested You gonna catch shit like a porta potty Shieza, why ya try the fire? Bye bruh Never am I pleading my case Got an angel 90 feet in my face On a cloud nine 'Bout time to get out rhymes with devout lines About mine and see shout signs 'cause I outshined all the clout kind I'ma stay lifted and gifted, I see that you Round Up That's 'cause you wicked and vicious, you'll be in the ground bruh If you family you already know I'm gon' show But if a nigga wanna get with me on back and forth flow Yeah, no Yeah! No! Party time's over after shows, nigga Hang out I don't know who the hell shooting at you motherfuckers Leave it Nigga, just leave it Our connection is no more needed 'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded Motherfucker leave it Nigga just leave it Our connection is no more needed 'Cause my mere mortal mind has been deleted Now my seraph in your time is now depleted I conceded Motherfucker leave it Yeah! No! Yeah! No! Strive to be the highest of men God is not in the sky it's within