Lyrical Breakdown of Somethin' Else - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Hey, yo, Bandplay) Playin' with them bands, haha Playin' with your bitch, ayy I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" Yeah (yeah), somethin' else I just pulled up in somethin' else (skrrt) I hopped out with a big Glock on my hip, behind my Louis belt (yeah) I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah) I'm ballin' on these niggas and my diamonds jumpin' out the gym (yeah) I'm ballin', I might break the rim Glizzock, yeah, they ain't nothin' like him My main bitch think I'm a pimp 'cause all these hoes be on my dick (yeah) These hoes ain't worth fifty cent (no, these hoes ain't worth fifty cent) Uh, uh, uh, uh-uh, I just told my nigga that he gotta get rich or die tryin' (yeah, yeah) I'm livin' life very fast, I blew a bag and got it back (right back) I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna double that (double that) I just made a couple hunnid racks, I'm tryna triple that Yeah, triple that, I've been gettin' ten, plenty cash I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah) Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh (yeah, yeah) I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help (uh-uh) Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Blue rocks, blue rocks (blue) Every three or four months, I go and buy me some new rocks (yeah) New spot, new drop (yeah) In the neighborhood beatin' and that motherfucka too hot I've been runnin' up that bag and I didn't break a sweat Over a bitch I cannot stress, them hoes be like, "Damn, Dolph you a mess" Paper Route the gang, yeah, we just crashed the party These niggas study me like I'm Mr. Miyagi I just pick your bitch up in the Ferrari (skrrt) Smoke a opp on sight like some Biscotti (yeah) Spent a stack just on drawers in Versace (ayy) I run shit around my way like Khadhafi Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah) Have I ever had a foursome with four hoes? Probably (ha) At the trap house doin' the shmoney dance like Bobby (Shmurda) I got rich off the box like Roddy (Roddy Ricch) She don't get what she want, she start poutin' (poutin') I like to read but I love countin', run it up I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah, yeah-yeah) Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh (yeah, yeah-yeah) I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help (nuh-uh) Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check (yeah) Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' through my flesh (money, money) I've been runnin' up that bag, I don't need no fuckin' help (uh-uh) Yellow diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" The fuck? Yeah Bah I'm livin' life on the edge, bitch, I'm all about a check Money, power and respect, this shit runnin' in my flesh I've been runnin' up that bag, did that shit without no help Blue diamonds on my neck, they like, "Boy, you somethin' else" (You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else You somethin' else, you somethin' else, you somethin' else)