Lyrical Breakdown of No Bleedin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "No Bleedin" 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 Vince Staples 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 Vince Staples's narrative.

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Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me

Dead homies, where they at?

We be slidin' with the wop

Dead homies, see the rat

He be sidin' with the cops

Dead homies, where they at?

Don't be hidin' with a sack

Dead homies gettin' slick

If you actin' out of pock'

Feds on me, hit the gate

Double back and hit the block

Feds on me, skippin' state

I'ma buy another spot

Bread on me for the case

I ain't never gettin' caught

And if you win, I'll take it on the chin

And take it to the box, dead homies

Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me

I want whatever that you want, let's get it brackin'

Ain't with that talkin' bullshit, I want that action

I need it all up front, that's what I want

Play and get stumped, I get active

No I cannot stay in, I go dumb outside

I keep my hand on a cup of ice

Know I'm with the shits, I pull up, I slide

When the drama's high, I pull homicide

Click, clack, bang, bitch, I stay dangerous

You can't be friendly when you bangin'

Pushin' hard lines, talkin' brass, bitch

Talkin' reckless all up on the net, bitch

Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me (Oh no, cuz)

Head on a swivel, no bleedin' me

Bleedin' me, bleedin' me