Lyrical Breakdown of Mad High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 21 Savage weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Mad High" 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 21 Savage 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 21 Savage's narrative.

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On me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Why you drop that dirty in that Mountain Dew? Why you go and chop the brains off that coupe? So I can shoot a pussy nigga out the roof I feel like Bishop young nigga, I got the juice I'm 'bout my check lil nigga like swoosh Yeah I rap but I'm still chopping shit Pull up on your block and shit Extendos in them Glocks and shit 21, we poppin' shit Lord forgive me, lord forgive me, cause I'm sinning I spent two thousand at the dentist This a foreign lil nigga, not no hemi We drinking Actavis, ain't drinkin' on no Remy Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Pull up on a back street, roll the window down Pull up on a back street, another nigga down That AK47 turn your smile into a frown Bitch I'm from the street, I turn a seven to a pound I left my baby mama and I went and got a model You can't get no guala if you don't know how to swallow What the bombaclot, I feel like Oscar 'cause I'm a shotta You say you gettin' money what you using as your product? I hit my first lick and I spent that shit on Prada Nigga sneak dissin', I got shots for all your partners Bitch I'm from the six, I eat soul food, not Benihanas I keep that 223, I knock your head out of your Honda Narcotics on me, I be mad high Dressed in Bathing Ape, I be mad fly Savage sending hits like a wise guy I'ma sit in front the judge and tell a damn lie Nigga I be mad high, mad high, mad high Mad high, mad high, mad high, mad high Nigga I get mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly Mad fly, mad fly, mad fly, mad fly If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you