Lyrical Breakdown of Smoke Again - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper feat. Ab-Soul weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Smoke Again" 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. 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Ab-Soul's narrative.

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Acid Rap! I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do Who smokin in my car? It's that nigga Chano A.K.A Mr. Bennett A.K Tony Montano I've got some folks in low-end I got some folks in c-note A.K hundred dinero You ever seen Casino? I just got back with 'Bino I got a bitch but she know Her friends done did the Dino That's that Chicago lingo Flamin' hots with Cheese And a kiwi Mystic My dick won't even call her 'Cause she left all that lipstick Niggas be on dirt That's why I stay on petty I know that bangers jam That's why my hands stay ready Flip the candy yum That's the fucking bombest Lean all on the square That's a fuckin' rhombus Talk to 'em on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do Talk to 'em on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Who's sneaking in the club? That's that youngster rapper Un-saran wrap the purple Wrap that blunt under after Smoke all out the window Cops could eat a dick If you ain't the hitter You just might be the lick Flame on, flame on I'm your bitch's ringtone She like when I rap raps But better when I sing songs No Drake, but I get my Trey on Killin' in the hood like Trayvon Shoppin' like I got a coupon Savin' like I got a cape on Cookin' crack in my apron Dressed like a nigga had 8 proms Tell shorty I may change And I made it and I napalm Trippy shit to watch Drugs while on the clock Acid on the face That's a work of art Talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do Talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do And I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do Solo ho ho twerk somethin' Throw it back like you tryna hurt somethin' I'm so deaf, I ain't ever heard nothin' My name herb, take herb, smoke herb (say word?) How 'bout you? No dap, but I'll take a pound or two No doubt like Gwen Stefani's group Let me put my mouth where you potty, boo (Aaagh!) Yeah Them niggas pissed, need potty training They movement shit, that's a potty train She ain't left yet, but she probably came We kicked it then I score, soccer game She was a phony goalie I got great aim though, don't insult me I'll give it to ya straight, this is what she told me My name Solo cause I'm the one and only She only got you as a nigga on the side That's a nigga on the side of a side bitch, homie Then we got out of Dodge, like them Dukes of Hazzard Music and tabs of Lucy, take your chance with this rapper I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do I don't even talk to them on the phone again Leave in the AM, on the road again So bitch, let's fuck so I can smoke again I gotta smoke again, I got shit to do (I'm out)