Lyrical Breakdown of No Alarm - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "No Alarm" 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 "No Alarm" 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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Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her don't tell nothin'
She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong
You niggas know you dead wrong now
For all that soldier hatin' you been doin'
Had a few fuck ups, but I showed the kids how to do it
Now they sayin' I'm an influence
Found another thorough way for to do it
I done found my way in this game, paid and left the 'caine on my way to touring
A wealthy mane, but a fuckin' shame how he doped up, the fuck he doin'?
Livin' life like I'm on my own, they don't know what's wrong
A snake my symbol that mean I'm that type of nigga cutthroat to the bone
Better get your ass on wit' that pussy shit always actin like somethin' wrong
Dick holdin' ass nigga always tryna make a nigga put 'em on
I won't give him a bone
Treat the rap game like the dope, so tell the label I ain't takin' no shorts
I'm thuggin' in this bitch, a sign of pure ignorance, but a business man at heart
And I'm chillin', ready for this shit to get shiggity
I'ma make the daylight out of dark
I'ma leave the scene and spin back around and kill that boy so nobody saw
How you love that, playboy? Know I bang hard, rock n roll wit' guitars
Into the venue, strapped up wit' my rocket and I got that choppa in the car
I end you nigga, you'a make me pop you want war wit' my boy
Shooter name Big E, he tote that choppa and he come straight out of Cedar
Shh, I better not hear nothin' in my home
Got my daughter in this house, you niggas know you dead wrong
No, you will not make it out, cut your fuckin' throat
Come on, let's get it on, hide my girl and daughter and tell her silent her phone nigga
Dope, dope, dope, dope
I told her don't tell nothin'
She wouldn't be with me I ain't have nothin'
I told her that she don't love me
Up and she moved on, she see that I'm still thuggin'
Smokin' joe's calm my nerves down
I hope I don't hear my alarm
You niggas won't leave out my home
Protect my family with these dirty guns
You niggas know you dead wrong