Lyrical Breakdown of Violence - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Violence" 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 "Violence" 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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You know this album, I'ma say it like this, yo I'm tellin' everyone right now, 2022 That Game and Hit gon' be dangerous, mark my word When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane It's like Hov in this motherfucker But it's just me and Hit, we brought the stove in this motherfucker Cook somethin' (cook somethin') Whoop you niggas ass like you went inside your mama's purse and took somethin' We in them twin 'Raris, this gon' be a good summer I can see the future, let's call him and get a hook or somethin' Scream from the roof top, "Free Young Thug" So I can reverse the bar I gave Jigga on One Blood Still fresh like uh Coke White Air Forces got me dressed like Young André, the Doc Sometimes I pull up on him and the door still locked I don't knock, but the Hit-Boy beats do Welcome to the Surf Club and we brought the beach too Westside connected, Ice Cube, Dub C too You don't bow down, the MAC-10 will reach you Violence, all I hear is violence All I hear is violence When I walk in the room, niggas get silent Sirens, all I hear is sirens All I hear is sirens So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane You rap niggas is Kris Kross I don't respect niggas, only Nas and the big dawg And this time around my pockets fatter than Rick Ross She lick around the Glock, 'cause I ain't takin' the blick off Niggas got me screwed up, but I don't sip sauce I break down the chronic, then I smoke it like the exhaust Yeah, broke down The Chronic, and I made me a career I'm here, ain't nobody sheddin' a tear John Madden died but The Game still here Still holdin' the stick Said John Madden died but The Game right here And all I hear is violence All I hear is violence All I hear is violence When I walk in the room, niggas is silent All I hear is sirens All I hear is sirens All I hear is sirens So many guns clappin', startin' to sound like violins This is not the end for me, I'm livin' through my infamy Every gunshot is a bittersweet symphony That's why Hit-Boy brought in the symphony I hear what niggas droppin', so no wonder ya'll sent for me I almost cut my braids last night But I was engaged, had to go lay on a grenade last night I was enraged, almost went out in a blaze last night Wifey got drunk, I had to fuck the maid last night Guess I was missin' my fade last night Heart vs. Mind, pluckin' out my grays last night Middle of June, drivin' backwards in a May' last night And Mayweather lookin' for 50 like May last fight Ears ringin' like the Clase top Rap niggas got me waitin' for a Beyoncé drop And every fiend get a chain, when I weigh rock Used to have a line out the door like a Kanye drop When they play that new Geezy, all the dope boys go brazy All the dope boys go brazy I lace my Converse and I swing my chain You ain't ready to die 'bout it, jump back in your lane