Lyrical Breakdown of Dangerookipawaa Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dangerookipawaa Freestyle" 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 "Dangerookipawaa Freestyle" 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.
• 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 Ab-Soul's narrative.

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Yeah Yeah Yeah, ayy, man, listen Soulo hold a prophecy, I got a premonition (yeah) I'ma let the beat build and do some demolition (yeah) Interrupt your whole style, this an inhibition Kamikaze everybody, Eminem edition Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah (What's this?), uh This the, this the flavor in your ear, and it's brand new (uh) Craig Mack been back, bitch, where you? (Where you?) Started from the bottom like a square root (oh) Then we kept it in the family like an heirloom (squad) Wagyu, medium, I'm in rare form She hit the split, landed on the dick like Air Jordan Will he raise up? I got to know (yeah) Uh Nat Turner with the curly hair (yeah) Pullin' strings like John Mayer (uh-huh) Probably make a bitch wish come true out the blue (yeah) Rub the oil lamp and I'm there, yeah Monkey see, monkey do, my nigga, ask Abu (huh?) I'm on a magic carpet stompin' down Central Avenue (yeah) Del Amo Boulevard was all I knew I sold my dream to Punch and Dude They turned me to the fuckin' truth (facts) Yeah Haha, yeah Yeah Hah (uh) And the flow is alpaca (rare) My state of mind is more NASA than half ya (yeah) Yeah, black lip pastor 'Bout it 'bout it, baby, illest nigga in Nebraska Outlaw breakin' all the rules (huh) Pac ashes in the spliff, I'm un-topable (Will he raise up? I got to know) That's all I got for you Yeah, uh Yo Another moment of most dopeness for Malcolm McCormick On the prowl for another style that I stick a fork in The steak was eighty an ounce, my elbows on the table I got manners, but breakin' the rules is what we came to do My lady built like she belong in a stable, I'm on my high horse They call me Soulo, the irony is to die for (This ain't a movie, dawg), this bag ain't full of no popcorn You ain't up to par with me, nor are we on the golf course Hidden gem like a YMCA in the boondocks The weapon shop could not keep secret for too long I'm Dangeroo Kipawaa, refrain from gettin' involved Or your safety's at stake for sure like a surf and turf you enjoy Raw backwards on all of you rappers, you heard it before The rawest rapper of the planet's name is Herbert IV Sex, drugs, money, and mayhem, the workers of Satan Still take 'em to church and say, "Amen," my words in a playpen Ridiculous, the sickest with it, you just a common cold So novice, I'm the post office pushin' the envelope Moosa had to remind me who the god was I ain't on my knees, but I'm praying on him regardless Matt need a new crib for his baby So big, he be forgettin' where the crib for his baby Dot told me, "This time, we demandin' respect" Milk the game for all it's worth like a mammary gland, ayy Ma Yeah Wait for it, wait for it Soul!