Lyrical Breakdown of Twact - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Twact" 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 "Twact" 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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Jinx what up my nigga? Soulo I get turnt, I get rowdy Backwood full of some of the loudy! I'm fucked up! I get wasted That's a hundred dollar cup I just wasted! I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker I'm Twact! (I get high, she get low) Motherfucker! Uh, Twact out till I pass out If you ain't fucking with the team then you assed out Flow dope like a crack house, bitches pill poppin' House poppin' like a Frat House Keep 16s like a verse nigga Codeine got me leaning in reverse nigga I popped a Xanny then she dropped her panties I get the dough and bring it home, to the family See I ain't fucking with you man if you ain't paying me I'm from the village baby, I'm just tryna win a Grammy Uh, smoking Backwoods back-to-back Double cross the squad and get popped like Cracker Jacks You see the look in my eyes so you know I'm strapped A real Compton resident, yeah you know I'm that I pulled up to the function with the pack Turnt in this bitch to the max! My nigga I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga I'm Twact! I just got home boy I'm glad I made it The Codeine got me activated New mix alert, Soul you have to taste it Know I got the lean on me, like tax evasion I mixed it with a whole lot of cannabis, mind travelling, getting throwed like a javelin H Town slang I done poed up a (?) (?) got me like (?) I'm a (?) And now on a mission just to get some cheeks If she don't answer when I call, Imma hit delete I don't love these hoes at all, boy I be with freaks Cause they know if I fall it's gone be asleep And I'm back on the road sipping mud again Tryna stay inside the lines like I'm coloring The cops say I seen you swearing to me why? I told em I ain't even gon' lie... My nigga I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga I'm Twact! Soulo ho, well known from Del-Amo to Soho ho This ain't Arabian night but let me see your camel toe I might even set up my camera too Oh, do the splits on the dick like aerobics Them other niggas talking shit but they don't know shit No, they ain't on and ain't on shit Yeah they on that, I'm on this... No necklace cause I be off the chain And all they say is yes when everybody know your name Got a pack of Jet fuel that they don't use for planes Unless it's a metaphor for how high I'm remaining Seals in the cut like Navy training, along with a couple other things I shouldn't be naming Eh, Long Hair Don't Care, how come I'm the most favorite in here? My nigga I'm twact (I get high) Turkey bag full of that gas Nigga I'm twact (she get low) Styrofoam cups, no glass Nigga I'm twact (get high) Got them bars on me, no rap Nigga I'm twact (she get low) I don't even know where I'm at Nigga I'm Twact! BMB, TDE Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Ladi-dadi we likes to party We might cause trouble, we might body somebody Ah! Ah!