Lyrical Breakdown of GOTTA RAP - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "GOTTA RAP" 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 "GOTTA RAP" 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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Backpack raps with gats in it Don't get your cap peeled by the black menace Ha, ha, ha (uh-huh) Primo, check I like to call myself the God of rap But really I just gotta rap (gotta rap, gotta rap) This a Dior doobie on the head of your cutie Moon signs when you call her back Do not disturb, we lookin' for the smoke, not who got the herb Uh, I'm Top Dawg, you a copycat I'ma give this beat a heart attack Arrest your cardiac, I'ma need your pass back' hall monitors Uh, my movement is still intelligent (yeah) Your movement is still irrelevant Blackin' out 'til I'm out of melanin Meaning it never ends, you a pharmacist out of medicine Uh, I'm holding weight like a skeleton I'm holding weight, you just a skeleton (Rap is something you do, hip-hop) yeah I put my life in these sentences, bring the felons in My cuddy in the coupe, flipping chickens Turning one up into two that's a mockingbird Uh, they wanna lock 'em in the cell again For the product that he's selling 'em My movement is still intelligent Your movement is still irrelevant (I like to call myself the God of rap) (But really I just got to rap, got to rap) (Something potent for the chosen clientele, yeah) (But that's a twisted figure of speech) I really might, might be the best rapper alive though Look All I know to do is aim high (aim high) Hold my hood up like a gang sign Del Amo 'til the death of me Shit I'm already a legend if I ever leave So you can't get rid of me (can't get rid of me) My lyrics will live in memory (forever) Destination is destiny, every record's a felony The long term legacy 'Cause there's definitely no stopping him Just keeping it a buck, I'm on one, George Washington So fuck is you telling me? I'm a celestial not a fucking celebrity Meaning I am not like them My pool of thought will probably drown Aquaman (huh) Treat an instrumental like I treat oxygen Had the '87 Chevy Celebrity (yeah) Huh, that mean we were the same age The synergy is heavenly Rolling through my city in a rush On University so much, I should at least have a AA Hey Hold your horses, I'll be forced to get the Ketamine I've been ready since seventeen (yeah) Watchin' thrones although most kings get the guillotine The prophecy is Celestine I'm wide awake, it's still a dream (yeah) I gotta eat but still it seems The pigs start yelling freeze When you bring the bacon to the table like Jimmy Dean Party's over, hold the silly string I even tried suicide and I don't know why I know better than most that the soul don't die Took a leap, shattered my leg and lost some teeth And I'm still standing behind every word I speak, peep Quaking in my cream, don't worry how I grieve, bitch Frozen broken heart thawin' out on my sleeve Then throw my last dollar on the floor (floor) My guardian angel's name is Doe, I can never go broke Yo, the artifact with all the facts (ay) Dodgin' cap in my Dodger cap I like to call myself the God of rap But really I just gotta rap, hollaback (Gotta rap like every day) (Just a rhyme fiend, a 'bout a second from the crime scene) (Gotta rap like every day) (Rap is something you do, hip-hop) (Gotta rap) My movement is still intelligent Yo' movement is still irrelevant Soul