Lyrical Breakdown of Auction - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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God is all I fear, money machine is all I hear Where are you? Tearing up the mall, I buy the mall out there It's the bomb, no fall out gear No shelter, Helta Skelta Bubble like alka seltzer Look at me, king, I'll melt ya Bars and cars give them the scrunchy face Violate then find out how your lung taste Got money to bungee, you don't want this hate Yo, I can throw it down and watch it come back up You food, but you don't really want this plate (Nah, slow down, Diddy, you're killing them Pictures on billboards, know them bitches is feeling him You still blowing up like you helium Cars like spaceships, niggas thought it was aliens) This is Harlem, niggas that push foreigns Little homie shoot with the left like James Harden Excuse me, money, never to beg pardon Jacuzzi in a Sprinter, models take part in Tell me where the money is at and I'm departing Welcome to the auction We selling flows, riches glow, solid gold Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need What you want nigga, what you see Nigga, welcome to the auction, we got it all Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor Nigga, you already know I'm chosen, something like Beethoven Comes out golden anytime I compose it Watch gruesome, chain ferocious Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious The tub filled with roses Coming to America money, we Earl Jones it King Joffery, James Brown, now watch me Keep going knowing they can't stop me Wearing 40 belows, the coats Rocky Lambo truck same color as broccoli Acting like Tyson when he was twenty something Bitch seen the money and came, I call that money cumming (Ask what's a couple of mills, I say twenty something) I'mma a keep on moving, I hear the drummer coming (Bright like them time square lights the way I bubble something Nights and ice for the ruckers, I know the summer's coming Dyckman, double parked, all the niggas just love the frontin') I'm like, "fuck nigga, then show them something" (Cause I'm shining like I can glow or something Throwing money in the air, but i don't owe them nothing) Welcome to the auction We selling flows, riches glow solid gold Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need What you want nigga, what you see Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor Nigga you already know Hold up, let me show ou how to post up Let me show you how to do it when you leaning on the 'rossa Let me show you how you talking Switch up the way that you walking You can get it at the auction All that facade rapping and jaw yapping Nigga, shut the fuck up and watch God happen Come rain, sleet, or hail, no sales stop Crib on the island, gotta sail to the mail box Still send mails to my homie in the jail spot Roll a big L, bump Big, and let a shell pop Bodyguards tail wifey to the nail shop So you can get popped and she won't drop the Chanel box Get on my city, nigga, westside ride, eastside bang Sheeeze, I came so far, GS Lex to G5 planes At least i've trained You say it's crazy good, we not sane That's the beast I've tamed These shots came b y frame for no reason Somebody gotta be filming this When you got this much God somebody gotta be villainess Somebody gotta be feeling like it's prophecy filling in We gotta be boss, somebody gotta be middle men When you do it this big somebody gotta belittle it Literally it's like the lottery picked us And you ain't who you depicted in a lot of these pictures Welcome to the auction We selling flows, riches glow solid gold Big chains froze, flashy rings, all you need What you want nigga, what you see Nigga welcome to the auction, we got it all Soul ball, fortune fame, riches, cars Vintage frames, drinks to pour, minks to the floor Nigga you already know