Lyrical Breakdown of Streek Knock Ft Swizz Beatz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Streek Knock Ft Swizz Beatz" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Streek Knock Ft Swizz Beatz" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Ridin' around in my Lotus, sitting back and I'm focused On that west side - hocus pocus Nigga see them pipes, coming out at night Niggas acting crazy, we don't really fight Hit back with them hammers, watch out for them cameras Niggas coming through, popo put you in them slammers I ain't got no time, I ain't doin' no crime Why you're talking to me, I ain't' dropping no dime Sitting back in my shirt, Givenchy on my back Sitting in the mid of Yonkers, bringing the Dog back LOX is here, we back up in here Yeah Double R here we come to share We back and I'm chillin, came back and I'm healing Niggas talking crazy then make a killing Took over them companies, took over dem trees Kept them in my flight, passport over seas Hey, right 1212, right, 1212, right Right yeah God damn it I'm a genius, swagga is the meanest Weird green hair chicks from venus on my penis Twisting up our fingers, you know who my team is Starch em up and fold em then we treat them like them cleaners Used to push the Jag stolen tags, scrape the serial Mouth rose, top row full of gold material 88 back bass bumping through your stereo Chicken noodle soup and mixing soda with the cereal White like milk got beige like a Cheerio Pancakes and purple syrup and my breakfast is complete New Black Scale shit that complement that fleece Reeboks red-bottoms straight from Swizzy on my feet We some billionaire boy in some Billionaire Boys Club Plus probably push a 'Gatti that's the billionaire's toy huh Whoa kimosabe I'm in Junya Watanabe Murakami or Versace and Givenchy on your boy, huh? Bitch Hey, right 1212, right, 1212, right Right yeah Haters they can't stop me listen to ASAP Rocky Walk into the club and bitches say I'm cocky Walkin' through the club and bitches say I'm cocky Walkin' through the club and bitches say I'm cocky Chill back when I'm laid back, sit back and I'm way back Everybody better stay back, bitch don't say that Back Back and I'm business, came back and I'm kicks it Niggas wanna... can I get a witness? Shit man I'm on fly, 'bout to rule the sky Basquiats on my wall, Goddamn I'm fly Keith Harings and all that, Picassos and all that Rembrandts you name it, bitch I got all that Wrapped around my skrilla, came back and I'm illa Bitch asked me my color, I told that bitch Vanilla God damn it Hey Hey Hey