Lyrical Breakdown of Power - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Power" 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 "Power" 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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We got London on da Track
First, you get that money then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)
Before I go without a sack, I swag pack (sheesh, sheesh)
I spoiled my bitch and now she actin' like a brat (yeah, yeah)
I met Alex, I know Jimmy, he got racks (skrrt, skrrt)
Yeah, yeah, bitch I'm bleedin' like a tat (yeah, yeah)
Roll it, roll it for me on ya back (roll it, roll it)
Just for show my diamonds yellow like a taxi (woo, woo)
I'm a cat, I'ma chase all them pussy rats (argh)
Yah (argh, argh), pussy nigga better not look back
Or, or else I'm killin' 'em, hey, and that's a fact (sheesh)
There's blood all on my Timberlands
She make a nigga say, "What?" (What?)
I swear to God she feelin' 'em
She sucked like eight dicks, I call her octagon (hey)
First, you get that money then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (sheesh, sheesh)
Bitch, I dig it, I eat ice cream with my chickens
Bitch, I'm rich just like a Simmons, not Lil Diggy
If I got legs, bitch you know I'm gonna get it
She got good head, so she welcome to my Bentley
Big bid-ness in that big Bentley, Bentley (What? What?)
Ridin' 'round with that semi, 'cause I know these niggas envy (hah)
Is you mad 'bout Instagram or how I kick my pimpin'? (pimp)
You keep that Ace of Spades, I'm sippin'
I'm a rocket, rocket, I can't stop it, stop it
I'm a GTV, boy, bitch I'm poppin', poppin'
I need coke, need coke like, "Where the fuck is papi?"
If you try to run off (What?), you know we popped your noggin (pop-pop)
First, you get that money then you get that power
If he tune his nose up, boy he on that powder
Now you walk around with 50 in your trousers
Diamonds boolin' on my chest, no fuckin' blouser
Bitch, I make it rain shower, ya dig that?
They won't know a thing about you if you zip that
Hit 'em with that blocka-blocka, nigga get back
Feed that, beat that, never crack, dig that (Sheesh, sheesh)