Lyrical Breakdown of MAAJO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MAAJO" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MAAJO" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.

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Maajo, maajo Maajo, maajo, maajo I can do it, this my maajo jam, lemme catch it Way too fly, nigga, way too high I'ma catch a body every eight, two times Sixteen killer, made hits like "Thriller" Point is in the peace like a fleet of white women Keep the vibe comin' even in the pandemic Got a mask on, white folks can't stand it Check my stats, I am not no rookie I'm feelin' like Ja 'cause Ja like cookin' I'm on my grizzy, ... Ja like killin' Y'all a bunch of crock, like a aisle-side clearance My mind on money, niggas' eyes on bitches Lil' mind like mine, then you prolly both quicker Peek-a-boo, see your boo in the Ghost, nigga She don't love me, she just hate broke niggas Cold shoulder to 'em, I don't let 'em close to me I just call her an Uber, then go back, ghost on her Run this shit, I don't need no punter And guys got guns but the guys all rumble And it's fuck COVID, I don't got no summer Just last month nigga lost four hunnid Damn, nigga lost five hunnid Antisocial, we can't talk money Four, five sweats in the Goyard luggage I ain't 'bout to get fresh 'til them folks stop coughin' Ah, damn, uh Lemme catch it, uh Hold it, look, yeah And the Lord never with us Jive gettin' slimmer, block gettin' thinner The cops ain't vigilant, let's see if you payin' attention Obituary full of innocent black niggas Habitual serial killers in a badge, nigga And yet they get offended when niggas see the flag different Bite my Raf, sell 'em to the high bidder Caught up in the march, like a hunnid miles in it This the last dance, I don't talk no jazz I don't got no fans in the stands, they're killin' It's the last dance, I ain't even gonna pass Everybody got your back 'til your back go Pippen Yeah, I came back on niggas Back on charts, took a nap on them bitches Yeah, I fell back on niggas I been prayin' for my niggas, yeah, ... And y'all don't know the pain or the stress I live with But I would not complain 'cause I'm blessed, my nigga And I could remember when it was less, my nigga And could remember when they could that I'm finished Real authentic, I'm real, real heavy And I be the weirds, they seem to super like me Kill 'em with the flow, similes, allegories In the belly of the storm, had to go a lil' sunny Maajo, maajo (Nah, nah, I just, I-I) Maajo, maajo, maajo (I just had to get) (I had to rap on somethin' that grab me, you feel me) ... Maajo, maajo (Hold that one up, yeah) Maajo, maajo, maajo (What can I say?) Way too fly, nigga, way too high I'ma catch a body every eight, two times Made hits like "Thriller" Way too fly, nigga, way too high I'ma catch a body every eight, two times Sixteen killer, made hits like "Thriller"