Lyrical Breakdown of Mula - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mula" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mula" 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 The Game feat. Kanye West 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 The Game feat. Kanye West's narrative.

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Let me know if you're feelin' lonely

Cause ain't no real niggas out here

Ye what these niggas start hummin' out their mouth with?

Bunch of bullshit, weak ass albums

Bunch of lil' niggas tryna copy our style

When we originated this, whole mothafuckin' album had hits

That's why we up in the Ritz

That's why I'm up in your bitch, head honcho

Get you killed pronto, wearin' red now, El Segundo

Bail long as Alonzo Mourning

Kill a nigga in his Monte Carlo like Alonzo

Sold records, sold crack, nigga, recognize

For the record, I've been wreckin' shit since '05

No lie, J's on

Take these mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on

Rewind, J's on

Take these mothafuckas off and throw the Ye's on

Yeezy, tell these niggas that they is slaves

Master want you on red carpet like yesterday

You a house nigga, I'ma get away though

Come back kill master ass like Django

Most you niggas just rapping for the fame though

I start rapping to get the fuck out this durango

What goes around comes around how that saying go?

Documentary 2, no 50 keep the change hoe

Feelin' lonely

Let me know if you're feelin' crazy

I guess all that stuff they told me

In my life was extra shady

I should've kept 'em waitin'

Say hello to the mula

I'm on top, no lie

Say hello to the mula

I'm on top, good night

Feelin' lonely

The night, it swallowed my soul

Let me know if you're feelin' lonely

Back like I never left, nigga I'm on my second breath

And I got another track from Yeezy

How'd you do that? Like Eric Wright said Eazy

Pull up in my cool whip, I don't give a fuck about it

Leave it at the valet, I ain't fucked up about it

I'll call an Uber, nigga, I'll fuckin' shoot a nigga

I got a white bitch that blow like a tuba, nigga

I just got a new crib, I just got a new Wraith

I just got cooler than LL Cool J

I just got a new gun, squeeze it like some toothpaste

I, I, (aghhhhk)

Spit in the face of a coward

Shit on anybody ever try to take ours

Ye why that nigga's face so sour?

Cause that slick mouth got him wet up like a shower

Now what you know about power?

What you know about dreams?

What you know about freestylin' versus each other

Shelter outside of Nike Town without a dollar in your jeans

Feelin' lonely

Let me know if you're feelin' crazy

I guess all that stuff they told me

In my life was extra shady

I should've kept 'em waitin'

Say hello to the mula

I'm on top, no lie

Say hello to the mula

I'm on top, good night

Feelin' lonely

The night, it swallowed my soul

Let me know if you're feelin' lonely

Felicia: Chuck! Chuck! Chuck! Nigga I know you see me!

Game: Felicia what the fuck you want?

Felicia: Ooh please can I borrow your car?

Game: Borrow my car? Bitch are you stupid or somethin'?

Felicia: Well give me a quarter piece then

Game: Bitch I don't sell crack no more

Felicia: Well give me some money or something I can take around your brother house and trade

Game: I ain't got shit

Felicia: What about this iPod and them Dre Beats, you don't need that shit, don't you know that nigga or somethin'?

Game: So?

Felicia: Please, I'll suck your dick for this shit

Game: Bitch you can have this shit, I don't want my dick sucked by no mothafuckin' smoker

Felicia: Oh okay, thank you then. You know I would have sucked your dick for it anyways with your fine ass

Game: Felicia get the fuck away from my car

Felicia: Okay, what is you listenin' to on this shit anyway?

Game: Bitch press play