Lyrical Breakdown of Again - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Again" 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 "Again" 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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Nigga, turn up It's GuWop Trap house bunkin' Trap house mansion Yeah, right on Flat Shoals Exit, nigga I'm pourin' fours and shit, I need to just put a deuce in Car cost four-hundred-thou' and I put a roof in My nigga pot cook it so good he put his shoe in Nigga, it's a gangsta party, why fuck is you in? Head bust a microwave, shit, didn't take him two minutes You know that there's some straps in the club, they let my crew in I might just do the Michael Vick man and cook it left hand If you ain't talkin' 'bout buyin' grams then I'm a deaf man I can make the dope do numbers, the Stacey Augmon I told my bitch to dye her hair red like Dennis Rodman If Gucci Mane got so much money then why he robbin'? We thirty deep, we come from the streets, nigga, we mobbin' (It's Guwop), again Thugger and Guwop, again Chasin' that Guwop, again That's my lil whoadie, again We chasin that money baby, again We fuckin' your hoe, again And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby Pull up and pour it I'mma go gold, let you know it I got gold on my rolex And I'm real bright like a poet I look like a dope boy, I know it I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd I became an important lil' boy Money long like a sock with some shorts My bitch white and she brown like port Ed-umacation abort, bookin' these dorks I jumped off the porch and went north Whipped you some dope full of narc-cotics YSL hardbody, I got 'bout 20 chickens in the lobby, baby Ride It, ride It Kawasaki, saki I don't speak english I I fuck that mouth, I'm not sexist I'm the big homie, I'm leakin' Stick to the streets like I'm cement I don't need no change, you can keep it I don't want your verse on my remix No panties she my secret Got a hunnid bands on me I'm cheesin' This the sequel, lookin' down like an eagle (It's Guwop), again Thugger and Guwop, again Chasin' that Guwop, again That's my lil whoadie, again We chasin that money baby, again We fuckin' your hoe, again And if you owe me baby, go head and show me baby Pull up and pour it I'mma go gold, let you know it I got gold on my rolex And I'm real bright like a poet I look like a dope boy, I know it I know I'm gonna win it like Floyd I became an important lil' boy Money long like a sock with some shorts