Lyrical Breakdown of Body for Body - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Body for Body" 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 "Body for Body" 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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Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve gauge shotty
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
Ayy, hit
I'm pressing niggas like khakis
I'm active with ratchets, attack you
Pull up yelling what's bracking nigga?
I'm back with the ruckus
You silly motherfucker thought it was over
'Til that red Rover slid with the slimes in it
All this madness 'cause your mouth had a dime in it
Long as my Rollie got time in it
I'ma spin the block, Draco whistling like it got wind chimes in it
Body outside of his car, but his mind in it
I ain't scared of jail, nigga, I done did some time in it
My cousin got 25 to life and lost his mind in it
Solitary do that to niggas, so I'ma go out
A hundred round drums, if I'm surrounded, I'ma show out
Impala with the top back, Desert Eagles cocked back
Throwin' shots back 'til my 'nati fitted drop back
If it's a vest on earth that can stop that
Bury me a 'G, put me where my opps at, we going
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve gauge shotty
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
I'm just a street dog, I could kill an alley cat
I smell you alley rats, shit your draws when you felt that cap
I'm full speed ahead when I'm after that bread
When I throw that lead, know I'm after your head
Better duck when I dump, blood, you'll end up slumped
Have your noodles messed up with somethin' like big chunks
Niggas always run they mouth 'til I run in they house
Turn that yapper to a fan, start airin' it out
While you sittin' on the couch, I redecorate
In 3D, watch your body separate
Have your hands on the floor, your legs on the glass
Have your face on the wall like an African mask
All the pistol grip pumps with the 50 round drum
Shit'll split ya wig, have ya screaming squealin' like pigs
Ain't no peace, I'm killin' all corrupt police
Murkin' everything movin', snitches, weirdos and freaks
Body for body, I smell a homi'
You on the top floor, we got killers in the lobby
Body for body, pull around, got 'em
Point-blank range with a twelve gauge shotty
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
I kill for the thrill, I body niggas at will
R-E-D-R-U-M, murder
A pussy nigga won't, but a real nigga will