Lyrical Breakdown of Voodoo - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Voodoo" 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 "Voodoo" 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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I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22
Young nigga, we'll step on you
Young nigga drop a check on you
Chopper make a nigga lean on you
Touch yo' mans up, made 'em bleed on you
Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo
Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
I rob, I jack, I steal, I look in the mirror every day
And I face my fears, they fear me 'cause my skin black as night
I just wanna feel, my appetite and kill
My competitions still, outside with the steel
I just wanna feed my daughter so I stick to corners up
All the homies locked up or dead
So I gotta step to step my performance up
'Cause all the groceries stores is out of formula
And my baby mama can't breastfeed
'Cause her mammogram would suggest she
Got stage three and stage fright
So I stayed up all these late nights
And I cook, I clean, I change diapers like a mother would
Damn, baby shit had me throwin' up
Had me rollin' up yet another 'Wood
So I smoke to calm my nerves
Sometimes I let niggas words push me off the cliff
One arm hangin' off the ledge
Fuckin' on top of bed bugs, dirty sheets
Cum stains, blood stains
Washin' powder, ten dollars each
Can't wash the money 'cause we out of bleach
Rain in the sky, pain in my eyes, baby cries when they hungry
Snortin' tears in they nostrils, if anybody ask why I shot you
It's cause-
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22
Young nigga, we'll step on you
Young nigga drop a check on you
Chopper make a nigga lean on you
Touch yo' mans up, made 'em bleed on you
Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo
Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
Trigger finger on the F&N (F&N)
I don't give a F&N (F&N)
Niggas know not to F with him
'Cause I don't even F with them or F around
Backpack to back, that pack to pound
Strapped in the town with no lost and found
No water in the park pool, still niggas drown
Don't call yourself king, out here they steal niggas crowns
Out here they steal niggas bitch, out here, I dare you make a sound
Everybody on the porch with torches, no porch lights
No 911, no Porsche lights
Barkin' with my dawgs and these Hellcats
Runnin' red lights, havin' horse fights
With the sticks on us when we hit corners
With the bricks on us like it's Fortnite
Bernie stone cold, all these long souls
On these long roads in this short life
Got me sniffin' the glue out of brown bag
Voices talkin' to me through this clown mask
Layin' in the pool of blood that's not mine
With a Glock .9 takin' sound baths
My uncle told me there'll be days like this
Olde English sippin' with the K like this
Cross my lap, cross my heart
Hope to die, live more pain like this
Ain't no regret, that's the code we kept
Can't lay still so we overstep
Through the nightmares, all the soldiers slept
Nine years old when he stole a TEC and said-
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22
Young nigga, we'll step on you
Young nigga drop a check on you
Chopper make a nigga lean on you
Touch yo' mans up, made 'em bleed on you
Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo
Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber
Voodoo put a hex on you, .223 and a TEC 22
Young nigga, we'll step on you
Young nigga drop a check on you
Chopper make a nigga lean on you
Touch yo' mans up, made 'em bleed on you
Bust a chopper, make it sneeze, achoo
Married to the streets, say, "Yes I do"
I'm, I'm a menace and a robber