Lyrical Breakdown of Pusha Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper feat. Nate Fox weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Pusha Man" 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Nate Fox employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ten damn days

And all I got to show for it is shoes and shows

And chauffeurs with road rage

Still the same damn ad-lib, igh, old ways

Still got a letterman, no practice

Still got a burner, man, no lacking

Still outin' Jams nigga, no Jackson

No Jordan and we toe-tagging

I'll take you to the land where the lake made of sand

And the milk don't pour and the honey don't dance

And the money ain't yours

Now it's just a red pill

Got a blue and a handful of Advils

I'm the new Nitty, fuck it, Nitty the old me

So I'ma tell the buyer what Nitty told me

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

You a lame

And your bitch break down my weed sometimes

See my face in the streets, in the tweets

And a Reader or a RedEye if you read Sun-Times

She got blisters on her knees, she's a fiend for the D

Even though I only beat one time

One time, it was one two times

It was two plus me equals threesome time

Shouts out to Nate, I jackball and I bop, I flex

Got neck from all of these thots I sex

Rastafari them shottas, yes

House safari, mi casa, yes

Poppy fields of that popeye

She came to party, she popped a Molly

Said, "Come to Papa", she said, "Papa, yes"

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

I got that mmm, mmm, I got that Goddamn

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man

Pimp slappin', toe taggin', I'm just tryna fight the man

I'm your pusha man, I'm your, I'm your pusha man