Lyrical Breakdown of No Problems (Remix) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Problems (Remix)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how T.I. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Problems (Remix)" 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 T.I. 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 T.I.'s narrative.

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Fuck y'all nigga want with a nigga like me man Eat you nigga for dinner I'm all on 'er partner Don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems Nigga, don't get it fucked up Don't get it fucked up You know you don't want these problems Nigga, you know you don't want these problems I got a snub nose, for you fuck hoes Steady talkin tough I bet you ain't gon bust though I'm a gangsta bitch, we aimin' like you ain't tonight I ain't ridin' with that 5, Shawty show you're right Me slip like pow On the low between us, I'm strapped right now Yea, fed case, ain't nothing to me I'm a head K, know that when you run into me Get money, every G you make it like 100 to me I'm fresh out for some these niggas, they big dummies to me Okay? Now get some paper if you wanna play Have yo head in my hallway for 100K It's funny how niggas get high when they get on stage with a mike You know I see em bitin' the style cool, they still can't deliver it right I've been killin' this shit for so long, I don't remember the hype What's that like? They ain't really bout that life, They ain't really bout that life No lie on this mic, chillin' with habitual whores Hit 'er with the hammer like Thor This ain't no boy, this a G4 ho, act like you been here before Open up the suicide doors, like a Joe cut the window at the 25th floor Ready for war, I came out the womb with a sword, cut my umbilical chord See I'm headin' where you ain't never been We are not the same and that's evident I make flexin' just look so effortless Get that salary til I'm hella back See these hoes, these hoes ain't celibate And they ain't hesitant, not at all For a nigga with a proper draw, she give me that box like a post office doctor though If you knew it as you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home If you knew it as you don't Nigga, this ain't what you want Keep on playin' with me hatin' and you ain't gon' make it home Because I want the prison out I put the pistol to yo dome NO tip, I got these hoes Live it way, got a sake pose Covered it like wear ladies flows New York bitch, real lady clothes Put em all now, real nigga act Better put it now, You better go for the Oscars 'Cuz impostors will get whack niggas that's mobsters That ain't playing that Niggas wanna sleep, I lay em down Shine it, you see the way around, no recess in this circle We don't play around With my zig-zags I J down this motherfucker real quick 'Cuz life be her bitch Will I'm gon' serve hers big dick Boy this Compton, driving lane, Me and y'all, it's bout the same Same nigga without the game Keep shit, it ain't potty trained Big bucks like a Shawty bang, bad boy with that naughty chain Big stripes like referees but home boy this is not a game So... break bread with the real bruh Make sure you live life 'till it kill ya Drop another molly and... To my life in my dreams, La Familia Off the drama and I'm back nigga Still a king and that's a fact nigga Fuck talkin, I'm that nigga That's one deep, no pact nigga Bad boy, no act nigga No internet, but I'm at niggas New McLaren, all black nigga That's front and Center like Shaq nigga In the game but don't play round Try this shit with me – you get layed down I stick and move, I don't stay round Make the hardest nigga turn greyhound I don't talk the talk, I just run shit How you think you're me but ain't the shit Could go bananas on some shit I keep a team on that dumb shit I keep a strap that just might clap Money low and I might trap Yea I'm on it, fuck my opponent He run up on me, I might snap Got me feelin' like fuck em I'm face to face, I don't duck em My heat in hand, I don't tuck em I don't body bag em, I stuff em With hot shit, hot shit Yea I'm talkin bout hot shit With drinkin' letters I ride shit 'Till showin' 'bove but you not shit I go for real, just ask T.I.P. I green light my get trip Six niggas hoppin' out one whip Go there re-constructin your whole whip I'm a down shore baller, ATL stunner Bitch leave me I'mma take everything from 'er Please try a nigga where I'm from with that drama So we can fire pistols at yo goddamn mama Let me find out, you layin' on me for riches Cut his head off, leave his forehead in the kitchen Warming your eye balls on the stove, the other missin' I think his head exploded, that nigga teethin' the dishes Hey when you learned that as pong I learned this shit in the trenches I am at a nigga just like Twitter, follow my mentions 4-4 deuce cutless, deuce butnicks extensions And you can hustle on main street, TKT gave you permission