Lyrical Breakdown of 911 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "911" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "911" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.
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You know I'm gon kill them when I call that 9 11
You know I'm a smoke on that hash till there's nothing left
You know I'm a cop them foreign cars till it's none left
Thousand dollar step, I'm in that 9 11
Tearing out the streets in that new 9 11
Motors [?] when you get 9 11s
Bitches turn to [?] when you in 9 11s
9 11s, 9 11s
Stand on the block, I don't care about no cops
I ain't gon never stop, they gon race me to the top
I'm in that 9 11, just don't panic
Whip it all up out that bowl, water, Titanic
I think my car need a band aid, I'm bleeding through the streets
Me and DK on the [?] my car get a lease
Ain't nobody supposed to have it, I snatched it
I gave em mostly green like a salad, not average
Come across the ocean on a boat, then a train
I'm not tryna go to prision but I'm blowing out the brain
No shirt with a scarf on my head like [?]
Got a bank full of cash money, Baby and Wayne, dang
Brand new AP, came from OG double D
R I fucking P, 5 mil spent in the streets
You know we gon spazz, we gon kill [?]
But we street bees, we don't have no honey hive [?]
Bleeding like a fool, Memphis Mark, OG boo dirty
Just hit my line when they ask I say "I know you heard me"
OG Double D left everybody's streets working
I miss him, I got RIP OG Double D on all the birdies
Feeling like Ken, hundred dollar bills on Tonka Trucks
Riding round with so many sins, I ain't gon tell em all this
The pussy nigga hit the pen, I ain't gon tell em fall back
Catch me riding in the 9 11, banging fall back