Lyrical Breakdown of Multiply (feat. Juicy J) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Multiply (feat. Juicy J)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Multiply (feat. Juicy J)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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 A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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Fuck niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply 'Fore the real niggas alive (yeah), fuck niggas won't multiply (real nigga shit) Fuck niggas won't multiply Fuck niggas won't multiply (mhm) Igh, igh-igh-igh, igh-igh, igh-igh, igh Yeah, nigga, it's your boy Juicy J Man, you gotta watch out for these old backstabbin' Broke ass, you know what I'm sayin'? Jealous hatin' ass niggas out here, man, you know what I'm sayin'? Man, these niggas ain't no real niggas, man, know what I'm sayin'? Niggas be smilin' in your face Back in the buildin', sold crack in the livin' room Niggas toe-tagged, sold gats for a livin' Durag, keep a red or blue flag in the denim One you be with be the one to shoot at ya in a minute (yeah) Come to Harlem if you never seen Baghdad First place I seen a nigga sell crack at Where the hustlers don't sleep, take cat naps Shorty with the shotty limpin' like he got a bad back, bad back Even in my will, keep it real, thuggin' in my field 'Til the day I peel, keep it trill, anything I feel (yeah) Youngins trained to kill, aimin', bangin' steel and slangin' krill She shake it all for Satan just to paint her nails and pay her bills (yeah) I ain't really fuckin' with that Been Trill Swear them niggas booty like Tip Drill (uh) Nah, I ain't really into throwin' shots But these motherfuckers better give me my props, word to Pac We're the reason that these niggas gettin' throwed Reason why you niggas wearin' gold Jail pose in the pictures, prayin' fingers to your nose I remember, if Pimp was alive he'd tell these hoes And these niggas Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I peel (mhm) Even in my will, keep it trill, to the day I... When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply When all the real niggas die, fake niggas gon' multiply But if the real niggas alive, fuck niggas won't multiply I'm the original Balmain badass, nigga (yeah) I'm the original Margiela madman, in the words of A$AP Yams Smack the shit out a nigga in these skinny pants, feel me? Don't get it fucked up, nigga, we been jiggy, been pretty Still tell a bitch suck my dick, swag, swag, nigga (Shut the fuck up!) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) Shit, I might fuck around and bring the Jeep back (uh) No doors on it, flexin' with the seat back (yeah) B-Boy with the G pack, might fuck around and bring the mink back Word to Big Boi and 3 Stacks, nigga If you deaf bring the beat back, nigga (uh) Fuck with a nigga like me (woo) (yeah) RIP my nigga Pimp C (woo) (yeah) HBA shit is weak, you can keep that (yeah) I'm a trend setter, you ain't even peep that (yeah) Where the hoes, where the weed, where the cheese at? (Uh) Fuck the FCC, tell 'em bleep that (yeah) (We ain't no fashion killers nigga, we fashionable killers) (Y'all got Flacko fucked up) I'm the mothefuckin' Lord of this fashion shit Don't I deserve just to brag a bit? (Yeah) Set the blueprint, fuck your two cents Number one stunner, ask Tumblr if I'm accurate (yeah) My motherfuckin' swag is immaculate (uh-huh) Plus I got enough style just to mack your bitch (yeah) I think back to when Pac is packin' lint It's like a nigga got rich on accident Now back to Pimp Bitches lie, killers never lie Triggers on the side by side, bet I'm down to ride Prosper said, "Let's ride to the sky," call it catastrophic We don't ever die, we just multiply, bitch (yeah) Fake ass niggas, you know what I'm sayin'? These niggas be out here Talkin' 'bout they a street nigga and shit, man niggas be gettin' extorted like a motherfucker out here Man, you know what I'm sayin'?