Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Monopoly" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Monopoly" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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[Verse 1]
The Hybrid smoking on papaya
That give you niggas bronchitis, what you write is all vagina
What I write is Wall of China
Nigga that's great like 8ths of grape ape stuffed in my suitcase
Ready to hit the studio and shit all on your mixtape
Naw, literally, shit all on your mixtape
Wipe with the credits, leave stains on the jewel case
In just two takes then the booth is souffled
You're hiding something like a toupee
Truthfully my friend, touche
You gon' get exposed like and up and coming model
And to me your label seems like one of them pageant mommas
So guess who's the lil bitch? That's you
You must suck a lot of dick, that's true
I misuse with issues and pistols
Mind racing like bristol heart on igloos
My nigga you ain't been what I been through
And if so you'd take a pencil to your temple
Cause I done served fiends on they menstrual
Ain't even have pads stuffed they panties with tissue
And still hit the ave cause they mouth ain't bleeding
And your style is like fried chicken without seasoning
Nigga that's bland fuck you and ya mans
Smack you like bitch nigga, that's openhand
Fuck you and your tough talk
When I monopolize I'm a throw yo ass off the boardwark
Fag you ain't play sports but he stay at the ball park
Type of nigga you see rocking Crocs at the fucking walmart
Drunk like Stallworth, riding in a fiend car
Get flicked guess what? I'm running from this fiend car
I know a nigga dirty and got a hammer
But Kush got me high like Pac's bandanna
[Verse 2]
I'm a smart nigga that do dumb shit
In ya baby momma crib not flushing after I piss
I'm Ferris Bueller with Frank Muellers, you blank shooters
On stank hooters, I'm in aruba sippin wine coolers
Mind ruler flow sort of like hypnotism
That's why all these white bitches wanna get with 'em
I smack me up flip em like Mik Bivens
But to me your flows like Ronny Devoe's
My hoes got toes in expensive high heels
Your hoes toes is fucked in beauty supply sandals
Handle any situation
I smoke blunts to the face to stay motivated
Irratated when I'm not sedated
I fuck her face like I was obligated
And still fucking with them freak hoes
Stank pussy smelling like Cooler Ranch Doritoes