Lyrical Breakdown of Michael Corleone - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Michael Corleone" 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 "Michael Corleone" 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.
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(EarlOnTheBeat) haha, say (Dun Deal on the track) My nigga say "Hi!"s mama don't like them (Bricks, this shit finna kill these niggas) Psh, I don't really love her i'ma have to I'ma have to ease my way into it but look It's recording? Aight, bet Let 'em hear what that shit I'm finna speak about Had to tell my girl "I love you 'cause you do it better" (Do it better) Ain't got no dealings with them Niggas 'cause I know better (Baow) Masterpiece in the wealth with a cold stepper (Masterpiece) i'm worth too much I cannot touch 'em but my niggas stretch 'em Thirty-six go by one, let my OG stretch (OG stretch) through the six with Jawan Movin' like the president I got Michael Corleone tatted on my chest (On my chest) watching the king of New York My son to my left (Let's go) Beat the block up in the North Come back to the house (yeah) My nigga on the phone talkin' raw like that We do not talk I heard a nigga passin' down Missouri Heard I'm in the south Bust this bitch and won't Take off my jewelry, make him draw the chalk Nene lookin like a Muslim with A hijab on her face (Hijab) Drop some ounces in the pot, most like it I do twenty-eight Hitters on top yo' car soon as We passin' through the gate Heard a nigga want war, call the Play and quickly raise the rate, yeah (Raise the rate) you know how we be rockin' We don't play no games, no (No) Hop in the Wraith, this bitch all white This that cocaine flow (Skrrt) Them niggas rappin' 'bout it Never sold a thing, though (Ain't sell a thing) Ain't gotta say a thing They know who bringin' all the load Bae, we gon' show them how to win Every time that it's drought time (Time) Go, go higher than the wind Never stand down every time it's war time My nigga say, scream "Allahu Akbar" when it's time for the die (Allahu Akbar) Scream, "Allahu Akbar" when it's Time for the die (Allahu Akbar) , yeah Say I'ma die hard when I hop out the ride (Die) Never, I fall hard cause forever I rise