Lyrical Breakdown of Showin' Love - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Showin' Love" 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 "Showin' Love" 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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For all my niggas doin' drugs, fuckin' hoes and showin love Pants still saggin' to the floor Saggin' through your turf like I own this fuckin' earth That's on my fuckin' life, I'm just livin' fuckin' life This ain't House Party 5 but what's poppin' for tonight I got a 'lil more dough to spend Let's rest in peace up on the LB like Nate did Y'all ain't smokin' y'all jokin' Nugs big as Chuckie Cheese tokens and I'm tokin' Bum house on Skid Row ain't this potent Holy shit, I'm God-Sent, admire my skit Cállate la boca in the presence of the most high (power) Most high (power), Most high (power) Yea you heard me right True achiever, new Adidas still tryna earn my stripes For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit It's easy to assume we doin' decent, true indeed I'm not from here, I'm of Heaven descent And you'd agree, as sure as one and two is three You'd have this music down to a tee if you was me It's 36 O's in a key It's only one in Ab-Soul, still open doors Don't forget the dash, I might leave you with a gash I ain't doin' no more shows unless I'm gettin' cash Phillies full of hash, city on my back nigga Fucked around and put Del Amo on the map Carson, Californication no travel agent But every day's a vacation and mothafuckas hate it I flew in, but I ain't complanin' And everyday I'm rainin' got the most precipitation Soulo, Top Dawg Administration Top Notch, Crock Pot Hot, wear your apron Stop, watch, grab a stop watch, apply patience And watch us pop across the population For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run this shit Go and tell em Soul told em, lick a scrotum suck a dick Down for what I'm up against, clownin' when you see me stylin' Jokin', smilin', scoped your poker face through these black shades (Smokin' on hay) in the middle of the barn At least I think so I can't quite remember where we are All I see is stars nigga, All I see is stars I don't know if I'm on the red carpet or on Mars Shout out to my bitches givin' it up on the first date, Between 21 & 38 (Great) For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit For all my niggas doin' drugs Fuckin' hoes and showin love Do that shit, we done that shit, you new to this, we run that shit Motherfuck the government, democrats, republicans Can shove it up, where they take a shit, we in this bitch In a sense, I'm militant with a trigger finger itch Cause I'm always killing it, you see this shit in my cerebral I invent It should be illegal, I admit, surrender quick I wanna see hands and white flags no matter if you teach Eighth grade or you move weight like a gastric bypass Get a good look at my ass before you kiss it, sons of bitches Get well acquainted with it, we gon' be here for a minute HiiiPower, pissing on the Declaration Of Independence and you can bet my John Hancock the biggest Fuck a proposition, 'less it's in my best, interest Kissing ratchets in the mouth, lift her dress and show address Don't be so upset, show some love when you see a thug Getting pita bread, I put the nina to your head You heard what I said Soul