Lyrical Breakdown of Lock It Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lock It Up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Anderson .Paak weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Lock It Up" 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 Anderson .Paak 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 Anderson .Paak's narrative.

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Yeah, like that Okay, yeah Say bro (yeah), where you get them from? Detroit? (Yeah) That machine gun, spray boy And it's gon' hit some New coupe? (Ooh) been whippin' 'em New boobs? (Yeah) where you get them done? Payroll (nice), might put you on a table And spread you out like some Yayo (I'm naughty, yah) No bitch (oh), you don't know shit (no) You just want all my money, ah I was hopeless (oh), now I'm focused (no) Where the fuck is the party at? Now hold this (oh), oh shit (oh) That's it (yeah), so sick (oh), no shit (oh) Damn I'm (yeah) getting too fuckin' old for this (yeah) But still as explosive with, just load the clip Two pistols on hip, both are gripped I hold them at shoulder width Took a stab in the dark and broke the tip Of my knife off, but your throat is slit 'Cause I'm cutthroat to the utmost with it The ultimate I just let the poker chips fall but they were supposed to fit Now those days are over, scrapin' change in sofas Tryna save at Kroger So why would I give a fuck about backstabbin' Trader Joe for? How 'bout that? I'm paid as Oprah Think I may have broke the scale 'Cause the wait is over But wait, wait, hold up, 'cause they say I almost- I almost lost it, I had to reach back Back, and lock it (lock it, lock it) You almost got me (stop it, stop it) I had to reach back, back, and lock it (lock it, lock it) You almost, you almost, you almost, but I got it (I got it) You almost, you almost, you almost, but I got it (I got it) Just sit there and act pathetic and sulk 'Cause I'm getting green, Incredible Hulk 'Cause I usually get it in bulk But I still will stomp your head to a pulp (yeah) You want smoke, got the Tical like Method Man So get ready to die from second hand Get a whiff of the doctor's medicine Like sedatives you'll get popped, Excedrin 'Cause you can get it like over the counter Like I just left the damn concession stand A mic in my hand's a weapon I put that on everything like ranch, I'll never land Too fly, I don't play to ever Cinderella Man What I am is better than every single one of you Whether separate or all of you band together And I put the game on the pill Now my Shady babies are all stillborns Meaning abortions that live because they were still born I can heal 'em with Neosporin You 'bout to experience Euphoria (I'm a) True warrior, got the plug like Trugoy Give me cue like I'm ScHoolboy and I'll treat the beat Like a pitbull would do to a chew toy and destroy it, 'cause boy I- I almost lost it, I had to reach back Back, and lock it (lock it, lock it) You almost got me (stop it, stop it) I had to reach back, back, and lock it (lock it, lock it) You almost, you almost, you almost, but I got it (I got it) You almost, you almost, you almost, but I got it (I got it)