Lyrical Breakdown of Purple Swag REMIX (feat. Bun B, Paul Wall & Killa Kyleon) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Purple Swag REMIX (feat. Bun B, Paul Wall & Killa Kyleon)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky, Paul Wall, Bun B & Killa Kyleon weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Purple Swag REMIX (feat. Bun B, Paul Wall & Killa Kyleon)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky, Paul Wall, Bun B & Killa Kyleon 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 A$AP Rocky, Paul Wall, Bun B & Killa Kyleon's narrative.

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What it do, baby? It's Paul Wall, come on Purple pint, that's Gucci rap Driving slow, black on black Backwood lit, windows cracked Dime in my lap with her hair pulled back And a hand full of diamonds all on my wrist Mouth full of ice, pardon my lisp World full of hate is fear a few rips So I open my mind and stack up my chips Lollipop grind, whole lotta licks From paper planes to a house made of bricks Big ol' cold cup with codeine mix So I'm so throwed and I'm still gettin' lit And everything is purple, baby I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) Trill OG and I rep the South Nigga, I rep the streets and I rep the hood And I'm grippin' grain, grippin' stains And I'm flippin' mane and it's kinda good I'm holdin' wood with diamonds on it Hittin' the block and I'm grindin' on it With a big ol' chain and a big ol' piece 'Cause when I'm in these streets I be shinin', homie Haters better get they ass behind me, homie 'Cause I'm in the front and I'm takin' charge And when I'm done, I'mma have a homie run And they be hard to find like they's El Debarge And my swag is large, extra large I can barely fit it up in this room But don't sweat the size and don't be surprised When your bitch reminds that I'm the shit to swoon I lick the blunt and I pass the 'dro Spit my game and I smash your ho But no, I ain't trick, it's no passin' dough Then I hop up in this slab and I mash it, bro I got a passion for this Southern flow This that purple life and we thuggin', bro These haters might not really understand it But that's all good 'cause we love it though This PAT, that's where I'm from That's what I rep and that's how it go I roll with rocks so get up off the jock From New York to PA, this that purple flow It's that swag I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) Purple swag, purple swag, I'm in the zone, I'm getting throwed That purple swag, purple swag, that purple smoke up in my clothes That big booty, juicy fruity, yellow bone, I wanna bone I'm getting dome, I took her out, dick in her mouth, she getting on I'm flexing steel, I'm flexing still, I'm sitting high, I'm tipping slow I'm Texas trill, Texas trill, but in NY we spit it slow (I got these boppas going crazy, they see me comin' Robitussin, quit discussin', A$AP tell these niggas somethin') I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) Ha-ha-yeah Check, one, two, what it do? Run it! Fo's spinnin' like the shit under my wave cap Just rock it like a nigga named "A$AP" Fast money man, I get mine ASAP Always stacking and I'm paid, that's ASAP Wood grippin', candy drippin' Four in my 20, I'm candy sippin' Fill my prescription, I'm leanin', ho Nightmare cup, I'm dreamin', ho Trill nigga like Chad and Bun B Crocodile seats insides, I'm Dundee Slow that down, Screw, Watts or Ron C I'm getting rap money but I used to run D MC, rep, run it Frank Cyser shit, any beat get punished Y'all got problems, I get money So my neck, fist, wrist always look sunny I stay fresh, y'all niggas look bummy Cold with the flow, so I ball like Tommy Martin, I keep a yellow bone like Gina Thick like Serena, my pockets on Venus, nigga! (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag) I said Everything is purple (Swag) Everything is purple (Swag, swag, swag)