Lyrical Breakdown of Kickboxer - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Kickboxer" 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 "Kickboxer" 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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H2, I'm a double O I went kickboxing Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'" Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam" Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs She just bought me Burberry cologne I told them get out the yo 'cause I'm up in my zone Bro, go smoke out the pound, I'ma lay it right down Run that back up, fifty mil' for my tool I grew up in the gutter, I'm straight out the sewer She a keeper, no distance, that money gon' lure her They ain't knockin' my pimpin', she ready to do it I reloaded, I'm with it, I'm runnin' right to it Spendin' time and I get it when I ran into him All night, hoes on the top line tonight Ring, ring, can you stop that callin' my line? That nigga jabroni, but Henry be on it You know that he doin' it right I'ma leave with a friend and come back through tonight That nigga said she fantastic, that pussy was tight Run it up, run it up I just pulled up in a Benz truck All of my diamonds so bright, diamonds changin' the look All these cribs, they box, taekwondo I kick bitch straight now, Vellano She know that I'm havin', I dress up in Bally I switch it to tacky, she still let me tap it She know that I love that format Lil' shorty was ratchet, I switched her to classy I turn on my daddy My sister got paper, my mama, I manage Fillin' up on the shirt, I don't manage Pop my shit in Walmart tee Chinese restaurant, go eat This bitch way from overseas And I gotta dissect whenever she speak H2, I'm a double O, I went kickboxing Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'" Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam" Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs She just bought me Burberry cologne Who got three M's? I'm gon' hit you through a wire I got one million inside a Goyard This shit ain't enough, make me feel like a child Fifty thousand dollar Jesus piece, I let them tuck my child I throw out the challenge, tell 'em to take it to trial Obama coupe like a mamba, I ran up Them commas, they see that I do it Lil' bro there, lil' brodie gon' stay with that llama We pull up right on him, he ready to do it Lil' baby Latino, I'm callin' her "mami" From my state on a jet, a young nigga done flew it I ain't holdin' enough for to buy me a jet But I buy me a yacht on the water, we tourin' I ain't holdin' her up, she been bringin' me down Smilin', I'm sayin', when they spill out, she frown When that alley go up, I'ma dunk on these niggas Don't fuck with these niggas, they can't come around Henry so sick that he coughin' They know ain't no talkin', I'm pullin' up often I ran up my M.A., that's fifty-some thousand I turn 'em all off with coffins I tatted my face comin' straight out the A Nigga brought up my name, I offed him Nigga play with that money, we chalk him Nigga try to come follow, I lost him Nigga play like a snake, I done mouthed him Ain't no internet games, I called him Boomer let it off on him, he saw them Put them diamonds on diamonds, I'm flossin' H2, I'm a double O, I went kickboxing Prada with Givenchy coat, she went KrissKrossing I hop out, went in the store, she told me, "Ye callin'" Fill my coupe with plenty hoes, I went hotboxing I got a million-dollar wrist for diamonds on my back, slam Racks go call my phone, he told me, "Top, you just too slimy, slam" Racks all in my home, racks all on my phone I got these hoes runnin' 'round in thongs She just bought me Burberry cologne Burberry cologne H2, double O, I went kickboxing Turned up on these hoes, I went hotboxing My phone told me, "You too slimy, slam"