Lyrical Breakdown of Squeeze 1St 2 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Squeeze 1St 2" 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 "Squeeze 1St 2" 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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Ay, ay, mic check, one two, ay, ay, ay, ay, man, ay
Turn the music up, yeah, uh
(You hear the horn?) Yeah
Crooklin (They only getting cheddar, we only getting better
Mick Jenkins!)
Soul, yo, ay, man (Not so much right)
The best rapper alive or not
Was laced by the grace I just had to tie the knot
(Ay, it's a warning, stupid)
Turn me up, turn me up, yo, yo
Metasota warned me they wanna war
But actually they forfeiting
Like they wardrobe for the half of the week
Still eating rapper like chicken quesadillas
With extra cheese and pico de gallo
Thinking they fire but easily mild
Check the score, you're just a tourist
You ain't really wild
Ay, I made a hundred thousand then freaked it like a black and mild
Made another hundred thousand, then I blew it
Like a performance from Miles with a horn in his mouth
I do it, I was born with this style, it's unfortunate how
They put a pro-choice in question like abortion is now
Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said, Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
Ya know, ay yo, ay yo
Yo, ay yo Paul
Ay, ay, ay, ay, roll me up one of them hot ones man
With that, with that real fronto man, yeah
Yeah, none of them, I don-
None of these vegan joints, you feel me? Yo
Crooklyn one of my favourite movies
Now me and Crooklin be making movies
Spike please do the right thing, don't sue me
Still fighting the good fight
(You niggas, you niggas suck!)
Read the autobiography of Malcom X as a Christian
Started questioning the reverend, like, "This nigga trippin"
Getting stiller stiller cause I'm carrying
My uncle a senior bishop, my God-mom an apostle
I'm Soul-o hoe
The prophet, it's in my heritage
To church you go to pray and then
Shit, the work is on the outside
Hip hop sound off, all my brothers on the front line
If this resonate with you, I'm inviting you to combine
With me till our multiplicity is big enough
To blow em up with one bomb
Why you think we always in some bond?
Cause they don't us to combine
(They can't fuck with you niggas cause we hot!)
Which is why
Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke
Yo, I said, Thou shall not fuck with raw me, or he
Face a thousand deaths from Mr. Herbert Anthony
Steven's IV full of potent dope
Not a Cuban cigar maker but I want all of the smoke