Lyrical Breakdown of Up In Smoke - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Up In Smoke" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 2 Chainz weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Up In Smoke" 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 2 Chainz 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 2 Chainz's narrative.

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Preach Mhmm Hiiiigher Mhmm 2 Chaaaaaainz Okay cool. You got it? Then it's cool Wetness all around me like a pool You say who? I say me, she say we She a selfish little freak: every time she nut she try to go to sleep I go deep, she go "hee!" When she really say "hee!" she say "T!" She don't like to call me Tity, she no me from back in the G I'm a beast, I'm a dog, shit I'm hanging from the tree Yeah, we doing all that monkey shit, that sucking and that fucking shit And if I had another pick, I would pick the other bitch Cause she more like the way I like em, and this one right here ain't shit This one might need a quilt, it's cold on the other side Her head so fire, I hated for them other guys Pimpin and I'm mackin' Actin in the 'lac' and If you out chea working, you ain't worth Curtis Jackson And she cost a hunnid, for some satisfaction And I'm just relaxing Yeaaaaaaaaah. I got a Chevelle with a Corvette engine Champagne, bubble bath, Moet swimming She said, "I don't know what done got into me." And I said, "it was me when you was on liquor" Yeaaah. Blame it on the alcohol. If you don't remember that, battin' your Nigeria Falls And when I pull em, all I have to do is call: I say come 'ere, and it's a lake in they fucking draws And you late! Faking like a fucking broad Hair hang like a London fall, just becau' And the wind blow, I'm hanging out the window Windtows, pistols, and all common essentials If a nigga talking math, he talking my lingo And if I say I'm popping tags, I'm talking my Benzo I'm fresh off the lot, fresh off the block What?