Lyrical Breakdown of 7 Minute Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "7 Minute Freestyle" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Big L weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "7 Minute Freestyle" 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 Big L 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 Big L's narrative.

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[Big L] Yo check it out yo check it yo i got slugs for snitches no love for bitches puttin thugs in ditches when my trigger finger itches i got a rep that make police jet known to get a priest sweat i never beg for pussy like keith sweat is Big L slow? hell no Bitches get fucked on the roof when i aint got no hotel dough im known for yoking jap's and beating them with smoking gats leave you toking blacks with broken backs and open caps so if that bull~shit steps to the rear son the last thing you want with Big L is a fair one cus in the street brawl I strike men like lightning you seen what happen in my last fight friend? aight then i beat kids with lead pipes i leave trails of dead mic's where im from niggas jewels get ran like red lights old folks get mugged and raided crimes are drug related and we live by the street rules that thugs created clowns get smoked about a thousand folks for sellin pounds of coke front in this town and get a tech stuck down your throat im tellin you shit is about to get drastic soon im quick to blast a goon and break a mother fucker like a plastic spoon i got the looks that make your hottie stare i keep a shotty near its that nigga with nottie here who got it there tracks im known to roast until the microphone is ghost props i own the most, im leavin niggaz comatose front and get your brain pinched Big L'll have your whole gang linched i started smoking dust and been insane since this rap shit was a great gift the other night some snake riffed and got a hot lead face lift all through high school i had braids i kept mad blades stabbin teachers to death that gave me bad grades i cook the mic like a beef stake cus my techneques great and im the nigga police hate in each state cus im the neighbour hood lamper, bone brother nigga fuck around you find my silk boxers in your mothers hamper cops drop when my glock makes the pow sound im from a wild town u know my style clown so bow down word up.. 95 style.. i got my man Jay-Z here.. [Jay-Z] check it check check check it out now Ayo brothers get bagged and borrowed still feel sorrow when Jay-Z like zorrow gettin that ass better luck tommorow im too much nigga so never should you rush you need to slow down or get your ass towed out check it out, im too cocky to stop me u gotta kill me and when im gone u can still feel me on the real bee this shit is eternal i rock the heavens well even if they wont let me in heaven i raise hell till its heaven recognise, the black cat with the nine lives get up off me nigga its bad luck to cross me im poppin crystal shootin game like mid salls as projected all hoe's effected by this style i mack like goldie go back like the oldie much a goodie pullin R 'n' B bitches wearin hoodies they dont be knowin the way i be flowin when i be going i be runin the track like - jessie owens i disrupt the natural scheme the way that you do things with a sling and have em rockin like ????? you say never you run if ever you come is never you run so fast in your life to never have one c'mon and ride the rhythm i produce like jizm just like the gods ill start with knowladge then follow with wisdom proclaim to understanding im landing, blowsing knocking sence into those that oppose me intice em, then slice em through tracks you screamin jesus~christ he's back and god knows he can rap me n L put rhythm on the map so give em his zap and me i just take mine gimme those, gimme this, gimme that, fuck that you never see me streesed in the G-S on the prize my greedy eyes cant see no less jigga incredible even my thoughts is federal like kidnap n extorsion n corruption so you know beatin me'll never come like a nun, nor tommorow im too through nigga i make moves cross valves to move when im creepin through your way with a thousand little dudes um.. we make peace like islam i make your eyes rise like yeast suprise, i feel no fear when facin yall bet your lyrics jump off the tracks like racing cars MC's tryin to be the best and even in dying coudent beat his death i see no reason to stop cheeseing ever since L said throw's 3 G's in and we can get down and split the wealth thats when i found i can do it myself i get up yeah yeah