Lyrical Breakdown of Reefer Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Reefer Man" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Reefer 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 Cypress Hill employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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La la la la la la, la la la la la (smoking)
La la la la la la, la la la la la (come on)
Far and wide, high and low (high and low! high and low)
Close your eyes, we up in smoke (ha ha ha)
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round (round and round), the reefer blows
Far and wide (come on), high and low
Close your eyes (close your eyes), we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round, the reefer blows
As it travels through your lungs back out, I see it swirl
Now you're feeling I'm without a care in the world (once again)
But that's what happens when you come see the doctor
I don't care what the feds say, fucking cock blockers
I live in reefer land, I grow a little reefer and you wanna get high?
I'll make you fly like Peter Pan
On cloud nine no one but the reefer can
I'm the reefer king of Cali known as Reefer Man
I recommend you don't tell a friend, they will buy it out
Then they never leave you nothing in the end
I could never grow enough, so people want my secret
But you don't get to peep it, you're in danger if you seek it
Far and wide, high and low
Close your eyes, we up in smoke
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round (round and round), the reefer blows (the reefer blows)
I have so many different strains to choose
I break 'em down in samples
Make sure you get the one you want and know what you can handle
Got the indo (yeah) and sativa (uh huh), gonna make you a believa (that's right)
Yeah my brand is off the meter and the flavor so much sweeter (oh, shit, me?)
You wanna blow some trees, you wanna smoke some real shit?
Put it in the paper, roll it with the Phuncky Feel Tip
Then put it in the air, smoke rises 'till the heavens ash
Falla to the ground, cash, doubles up in seconds (ah)
OG Kush from Cali from the Valley to the Playground
People on the street wanna call this one the lay down (lay down)
The highest sold heavy like a '57 Chevy
Heavy, feeling ready for a steady dose as the reefer blows
Far and wide, high and low (let's go)
Close your eyes, we up in smoke (we up in smoke)
Swim the sky (swim the sky), here we go
Round and round (round and round), the reefer blows
Far and wide (Cypress Hill), high and low
Close your eyes (close your eyes), we up in smoke (we up in smoke)
Swim the sky, here we go
Round and round, the reefer blows