Lyrical Breakdown of Gunsmoke - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gunsmoke" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how YoungBoy Never Broke Again weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gunsmoke" 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again 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 YoungBoy Never Broke Again's narrative.
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Lil' Neal on the track, so you know the beat retar...
Ayy, Chris, what you on, bro?
Gimme a joe
What you on, bro? (Doin' shit, back when I was doin' this shit), hah
Ayy, it's YoungBoy (I ain't on shit)
You already know me, alright, I ain't on shit, nigga
I'm on that same shit, gang shit
Murder gang, big boolin' shit (Boolin')
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don't want do this shit
Tell me how you won't do this shit
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit (Bitch)
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow (Pull up)
Choppers at your throat (Pop), knockin' at your door
I roll like ahks, we gon' have some problems (Yeah)
Pussy nigga, who wan' do it with the dada? Yeah
Whack shit, spray this bitch all at your mama (Brrap)
Or at your mammy, whatever you wan' call her (Ahh, bitch)
I'ma walk in with a thirty stick (Thirty)
Move on, I'ma shoot this bitch (Ha)
Say somethin', I ain't goin' back on nothin' (Nah)
Load up, bullet through that shit (Through it)
Long cutter with the coolin' kit
Hold a shotta, real strong it kick (Through his ass)
Kill 'em all, I don't know who to get (Buck)
Lay 'em down, and that stupid bitch
No, oh, no, I got Herm on guard (Guard)
Wildin' out with these murder cards
Slime nigga, that's Blood gang (Slime)
Ridin' 'round with that murder squad (Squad)
Who said they gon' kill AI?
Fuck nigga, they don't know YoungBoy
Broke niggas gon' see these cars (Gon' see these cars)
Pullin' up, hoppin' out with rods
Murder gang, we just boolin' shit
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit (Coolin')
Don't tell me to go fuck with it
Nigga, if you don't want do this shit (Yeah)
Tell me how you won't do this shit (Baow)
FN, Glock, MAC-10s
Comin' at me on no foolish shit
Pullin' in, we spray 'em then (Lay it on)
Niggas steady chokin' from our gun smoke (Pop-pop)
These niggas start to runnin' when my gun blow (Pop-pop)
This shit can go each way, we gon' let it blow
Pull up, choppers at your throat, knockin' at your door
Hah (What you on, bro?)
Yeah, huh (We gon' let it blow)
You know it's 4K Trey, Northside 38, (Choppers at your throat)
Ain't nobody safe, we put guns to the face, who gon' die today?
Ol' bitch-ass nigga, slime
Blood gang, big boolin' shit, yeah, hah
Smokin' dope on some coolin' shit
Yeah, you know what it is, free Choppa Boy