Lyrical Breakdown of Crazier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Crazier" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crazier" 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 Ab-Soul employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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(JID)
Mm
Look, uh
(JID)
I gave niggas hope when they needed hope
I gave niggas dope when they needed dope
Showed niggas the ropes and visuals from a different scope
Set the pick and roll, nigga, chill (No)
Overkill, I spit the real niggas get killed
Set the pick and roll, nigga, chill (No)
Overkill, I spit the real niggas get killed
Over
Still holdin' my piece
Be still dirty
You can still hold it
It's still cold in this crib
He finna steal coal
Kill more these in the field
I hope you got your will wrote
Dome shot 'em, that's a third eye
You real-real woke (Real)
What's the reward?
But what are the risks
Involved?
What's the penalty for it?
Get a pen
Write his name on a bullet for ya boy
Then pull it when ya blitz
Ya get a Pulitzer award (Cheers)
You know it's gravy when surveillance in the rear
We in the clear
Pick up them shell cases and make them cases disappear
Mwah, taste the fear
You know it's gravy when surveillance in the rear
We in the clear
Pick up them shell cases and make them cases disappear
Mwah, taste the fear
A nigga born and raised here
A raisin in the sun
Cuttin' up coke with a razor
It's gettin' crazier
The nasally Nas
But I'm more JAY-Z-er
Awkwardly walkin' back on tracks like Ryan Shazier
Science is great
But God greater, more wavier
We made it this far
Tip the bartender
Sign a autograph for the waiter
All the talk is gettin' radical and racier
We ain't forgot the path nor the past
No erasure
I'm lockin' in to focus like a laser and we lapdog niggas who lazier
(JID & Ab-Soul)
By the day, it's gettin' crazier and crazier And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier (Ayy), and crazier
And crazier (Man), and crazier (It's real)
(Ab-Soul & JID)
No shit
I wrote this sittin' outside the psych ward
Cashin' out
I be blackin' out
'cause it keep the lights on
I'm the illest
It's in the air
You should get the Lysol
Lots of trauma from drama I saw
I need new eyeballs
Clear, clear
It's crystal
I peer within you
I'm spiritual
Seek and destroy you
I see the noise and I hear the symbols (Ah)
Extraordinary, the stupid genius Somebody call Keem
Phoenix out the ashes like they done cremated Joaquin
My pen is more impressive than your lockscreen
My G, this just in
Herbert on your back
I charge a nigga for a rap
I'ma need more than a quarter back
We 'nem niggas
Don't worry 'bout them
They ain't on my team
Omnipresence in my reflection
Cursed with the gift
I hate abidin' by the rules
(I did not diss the president)
I hang a mic up by the noose like a lynch mob in the south
My palate need a straightjacket
Every time l open my mouth It's gettin'
(Crazier)
Thought you was titanic
But I'm the glacier
Mm-mm, that pussy good
But I had tastier
Just the other day, sir
Bag full of blue strips like dirty diapers You ain't the shit, bitch
If I had a genie, my only wish would be you and a genie
They gettin' jittery when they in the vicinity with JID and me
You grow a money tree
Then they get shadier
Your foundation get shakier
You remember what happened to the savior
This shit only get
(JID & Ab-Soul)
Crazier and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier (Soulo)
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier
And crazier, and crazier (Crazier)
That shit slap like a motherfucker