Lyrical Breakdown of Scream On Em - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, y'all really want this to happen? (Game time!) C'mon! Homey it's hard not to kill niggas, it's like a full time job Not to pull out the steel and shove it in your grill Young California got that mass appeal I summons the hood, they get up in yo' ass for real Knockout flow, Winky Wright jab for real And all you niggas pussy, need Massengil See I'm the gun-cocker, one-shotter, lift 'em off the ground Chop 'em down, like a cantaloupe, my flow the antidote Sick flow, it's so, motherfuckin' six-four Your bitch know, hop in the back when you see Swizz hoe This that, all you niggas get up off my dick so I can cook crack on the track and watch it mix slow Cocaine, my flow fire, call it propane Every nigga know Game, five shots no pain And that's the reason why I'm shittin' on you niggas Shut me in the looney bin, I'm sicker than you niggas This is that disrespectful, motherfuckin' West coast Hip-hop death blow, Swizz Beatz, let's go! Where I'm from, I seen the most stand up niggaz lay down Where skinny niggas make buff niggas victims of that trey-pound And gang-bangers is the sharpshooters, we don't need no rooftops Just knock his ass down and take the money out his tube socks West coast niggas is back on the map If only for now until the next time I body a track From the first clap I hurt rap, now watch the earth crack Bring the hearse back, and take a lyrical dirt nap I roll with the hardest niggas, make money with the smartest niggas I ain't got time for you fuckin' artist niggas Better shut your trap before you become a target nigga Y'all army brats I'm the motherfuckin' sergeant nigga Beauty pageant-ass niggas on the runway (Boyz N The Hood) till they see the nigga in that red Hyundai Blow his fuckin' back out, cause I'm the rap Stack-house Black Wall Street bitch, the hip-hop crack-house, what? My flow opposite of handsome, it's ugly Hip hop tantrum, sick, call the shit cancer One man show cause I fucked all the dancers Let the critics ask questions, my album be the answer These niggas let the rumors sit in they head like tumors So I had to take 'em back, to toothbrush on the Pumas Clean, mean, rappin' machine Red rag hangin low in the back of my jeans I black out like February, back out what's necessary Oh-seven Bugatti with Jimmy Iovine's secretary I'm runnin' the buildin', don't make me run in the buildin' No this ain't the first time I had my gun in the buildin' Walkin' past offices I see my son in the buildin' Last album on the wall I'm number one in the buildin' They should build me an office up under the buildin' My elevator goin' down, I am done in the buildin' nigga We in the motherfuckin' buildin' man You ain't got your motherfuckin' mind right? You gon' get your mind blown out your motherfuckin' mind right nigga It is what the fuck it is man How y'all wanna cut the cake? You touch this you get your hands cut off, nigga Swizz Beatz the motherfuckin' monster Game is in the motherfuckin' buildin' We could turn this whole motherfuckin' world red nigga Bitch!