Lyrical Breakdown of Magnus Carlsen - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Magnus Carlsen" 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 "Magnus Carlsen" 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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Tie on a bandana, then we lay him out
Fighting over two colors in the crayon box
It's no love
It's no love
Forty ounces in my cup, I'm poured up
We out here killin' each other, but so what?
Keep it up and there's gon' be no Crips and no Bloods
Nigga, take a look around, the crack game has slowed up
The government versus the people, now tell me
Who rules the world with only one desire?
I don't believe there's anything higher
Rather get it now than to read about the outcome
I'd rather have the crown, than a ribbon or medallion
And oh my days, I guess it's okay
If I lay up in the shade when my rent is in the mattress
But be at the course if I have to use patience
I'm shootin' a premature dream in the napkin
Battlin' the evils in the flesh that I'm wrapped in
Waitin' for my eagle, but the seagulls are distracting
What's happenin', niggas? Mm
What's happenin'? Mm
What's happenin'?
What's happenin'? Mm
What's happenin'?
Mm, yeah
What's happenin'? My nigga just died from AIDS
What's happenin'? Isis throwing grenades
What's happenin'? White boys shootin' up a church
What's happenin'? My nigga 2-2 just got some work
What's happenin'? You can get it if you got it, nigga
But I ain't got it, nigga, I'm just a solid nigga
Who run Compton, fuck bitches and flick Impala switches
Even if I was born blind, you niggas couldn't stop my vision
Right on time with mine thanks to them old Doc prescriptions
West side flourishin' again, this what 2Pac envisioned
Obama freein' lifers that was locked in prison
El Chapo said he ran the world and they forgot to listen
Not me, nigga, one split second, I say, "Fuck rap"
And if I ran into El Chapo, he had work as one his captains
And gave me a hunnid bricks and said "Migo, get it brackin'"
I walk into a Mexican Mafia meetin' like
What's happenin'? Pac's gone, Brenda's still got a baby
What's happenin'? Lost ones in the land of the crazy
What's happenin'? You can have a bad bitch in a Mercedes
But that don't make your basic ass Beyonce or Jay-Z
What's happenin'? Obama 'bout to move out the White House
What's happenin'? Couple hood niggas 'bout to roll them dice out
What's happenin'? Is you gon' let me use your EBT card, yeah
I wonder if I could slide it for commissary, yeah
Ain't it a shame? (Oh)
Another lost one runnin' again
You know I bust my thing for you
You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you (hey)
Planted your whole life under concrete in the soil (under concrete in the jungle)
Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from (get your, get your game from)
If I know anything, it's 'cause my old head taught me all alone
And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man
It's a chess game full of kings and pawns
Black and white squares, just depends what side you on
(What side is you on?)
Is you on
(What side is you on?)
Do what you want
(What side is you on?)
Yeah
What you want?
(What side is you on?)
What you want?
(Hey, what you want? What you want?) What you want?
I want a red '64 Impala with them things on it
It's a blackout inside the abandoned crack house
Only thing from last night was dead bodies and glass pipes
That was the age four, and by the age ten
They opened up the caged doors and let the fuckin' beast out
Fuck my auntie couch, I'm 'bout to take the street route
And get my shit the gangsta way, 'cause I can't be no Steve Stoute
I'm too Nas for these niggas, I got a surprise for these niggas
Potato cooking on the barrel, I bring the fries to these niggas
Funeral hall, casket fit to the size of you niggas
Chrome .45, no lie, come say goodbye to you niggas
Sway got all the answers, Kanye lied to you niggas
I don't even wanna be in no top five with you niggas
I break ties with you niggas, then pay tithes for you niggas
Los Angeles king, I will no fly zone you niggas
Take a Caravan and Impalas and drive to you niggas
Close one and aim, Fetty Wap's eye to you niggas
Ain't it a shame? (Ain't it a shame, it a shame, oh, no)
Another lost one runnin' again
(You know I bust my thing for you)
You do the same old thing that your brothers did before you (same old, no)
Planted your whole life under concrete in the soil
Just a continuation, I wonder where you get your game from
If I know anything, it's 'cause my old head taught me all alone (can't forget about my old head)
And it's a cold game, better get your coat, get your snow chains, man (gotta get your snow chains)
It's a chess game full of kings and pawns (yeah)
All I ever wanted was to ride my '64 down 'Shaw
Uh, I'ma spit them verses for my niggas
Dreams coming true, don't it always paint a perfect picture