Lyrical Breakdown of Wassup - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wassup" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Clams Casino, A$AP (Wassup, wassup) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup (Wassup?) Hey (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup (Wassup?) Hey (Wassup?) Back once again, sipping Hen' mixed with juice and gin Bitches in, couple lady friends counting Benjamins Spinners in, on the 20-twins that Mercedes-Benz Different things made a change of plans, well, that all depends Shadows my parolees and I smoke that OG Kush motherfuck the police, all my niggas rock gold teeth So hood and we so street, sipping on that codeine We hustle hard, no sleep, your bitch loose, that's no leash I ain't talking 'bout no money, I ain't talking 'bout no cars Talking 'bout no diamonds 'cause that shit is a façade Times is really hard, I fucked a couple broads Smoked some purple out the jars, let me tell you who we are I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? Uh, uh, pretty nigga in some shit you never hear of Only thing bigger than my ego is my mirror, uh Clothes getting weirder Money get longer, pretty nigga, pin your hair up, uh The nerves with this dude But I'm cool as a vent, 40-ounce full of blue I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second I be that pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second Pretty motherfucker, Harlem's what I'm repping Tell 'em quit the bitching, we gon' make it in a second See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?) See me in the hood, the gangsters saying, wassup? (Wassup?)