Lyrical Breakdown of Dub Sac - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dub Sac" 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 "Dub Sac" 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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I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "fuck it" Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "fuck it" OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "fuck it" Rolling around like "fuck it", rolling around like "fuck it" That shit weak, your bitch weak that's too bad, my bitch bad Smoke weed, I got plenty, take your quarter back like McNabb Sip lean, I got plenty, I drop a ace in a liter now I got a quinceañera Ever had a chick to do it on the dick to capoeira Kick game like Martial Arts kick game like Marshall Law On Tekken the homies got weapons Martial Law could happen any second Getting money, blowing digits only sexing sexy women Only sexin' sexy women only sex is sexy women That like to do them nasty things you know I like them nasty things Can't fuck with them whips and chains I got a bitch that do, but I ain't got no gavel Baby wanna know what's under my belt maybe cause I paid so much for the belt Call the car service, get your ass home, but just yesterday me and Agent J I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "fuck it" Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "fuck it" OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "fuck it" Rolling around like "fuck it", rolling around like "fuck it" What's happenin'? OZ in this Benz tho OZ in this Benz tho Just a lil' Carson, nigga You're so weak, you don't know me Soulo so lowkey in Lord, legends, infinity Oh God showed off inventing me Me and K with the promoter Drop the fo' up in the soder I'm unraveling backwoods And he's bending corners, just thought I'd warn ya Whats happening? I've been gone too long, but bitch I'm back again Except this time I'm old Had that Chevy celebrity the same age as me With that gram in the glove-box, that's a 2 for 15 I mean I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "fuck it" Now I got a OZ in this Benz, still rolling around like "fuck it" OZ in this Benzo, rolling around like "fuck it" Rolling around like "fuck it", rolling around like "fuck it" What's happenin'? OZ in this Benz tho OZ in this Benz tho You still weak, you last week I'm next month, twist the next blunt The homie got his chain took at the Mixed Nuts Now we blowing big weed, lean mixed up Nigga, don't get shit misconstrued We gave y'all plenty time to dig our stuff Getting women in the mood We tell the truth up in the nude Breaking news, breaking news I'm enlightening like Pikachu All I do is what you wouldn't think to do Silk, don't you remember that fresh room boo South Pole Jeans, fat laces in all our shoes A nigga turned into an oracle Treat the damn booth like a urinal Smoking a stogie in a terminal I had a dub sack in my bucket Rolling around like "fuck it" Paul Jeremy, Doe and me trying to match a nugget Pass the blunt to BC, AR, and AJ King Rich, YM, Python P, I put that on me I had a dub sack in my bucket Capital C I just might be in yo hood (Fuck outta here man, you dumb ass niggas! You niggas are silly out here tryin' to look cute and shit man) I just might be in yo hood I just might be in yo hood I just might be in yo hood Niggas chased my uncle there, through God's grace the gun jammed I found comfort in this pleasure, meaning I slept the best through gun sounds These Days it's a little different, between me and my past I put a little distance Egyptian cotton, thread count vicious Started as a dream, manifested into little Kendrick Now everybody feel it, even niggas who didn't know, they try to forget it! Selective Amnesia, that's an Oxymoron, These Days Niggas ask about pressure I grew up watching free base Literally the face of my hood So basically I beat the case I vanished but left a trace, just in-case a nigga gotta go back Yeah, it's not for games if I say that I just might be in yo hood