Lyrical Breakdown of Iced Out My Arms - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Iced Out My Arms" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Khaled weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Iced Out My Arms" 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 DJ Khaled 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 DJ Khaled's narrative.
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You can hear my diamonds talkin', yeah, yeah
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can hear my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can
You can see my diamonds talkin'
You can, you can see
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I got Patek on my arms (Phillipe!)
I put Patek on my arms (unique!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo!)
I put Patek on my arms (ah!)
I put Patek on my arms (woo! ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms (hu)
Bust it down, bust it down, bust it down
This is a 100 Patek, 20 more for Piguets (hu)
Boardin' a jet with a quart on my neck
Make her go board a plane with a brick on her breasts (hey! hu!)
I shoulda played for the Mets (Mets)
OG two-tone my Patek (two-tone)
Makin' these bitches obsessed (hu)
Makin' these niggas grip TECs (ah)
Flex on my ex (flex)
Like my man Khaled, say know we the best (ey)
She saw the Patek and got undressed for sex ('Tek)
Damn I'm so dranked that I saw a T-Rex
Unleashin' the beast and I beat on my chest
Ah, uh, step on the peds (step on the peds)
Patek on my flesh (ice)
Lambo wings, fly out the nest (piu piu)
We do not settle for less (who?)
I'm in the ghost with no head (ghost)
I'm thankin' the Lord 'cause I'm blessed (go)
And some of my niggas, they dead (rest in peace)
Pockets on Gotti
We pull out the street in big body
Might pop a wheelie, Kawasaki
We make the profit and cop it
As soon as they drop it
Money fallin' out of my pocket (hey!)
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms (hey)
I put VVS' in my Patek, who want static? (21)
Nigga don't touch my watch, it's gon' be tragic
Keep that bratchet (fire)
Tennis chains and tennis bracelets
Nigga like I play at Wimbledon (21)
Gang, gang, bitch
Y'all niggas actin' feminine
Gang, gang, bitch
We gon' pull up on your Sprinter and (21)
Ice on my neck and my arm, it's drippin' (oh, drippin')
Saint Laurent sweater, lil' bitch this ain't no Coogi (yeah)
Bitch you shop at JCPenney, you not bad and boujee (21)
Patek drippin', Hublot drippin'
And I got a bust down Rollie, cost 60 (21)
Audemars bust down cost 150 (21)
Hol' up, hol' up, hol' up, hol' up
I got keys, I got keys like Khaled (keys)
My bed Tempur-Pedic, I got an M in the mattress
Lil' bitch
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms
The Patek Phillipe sit right on my wrist
With a super bad bitch, eatin' right at Phillipe
Plus she fuckin' with a winner
Jury lookin' like a slushie
Fresh up out the blender
Maybe I hit her, maybe I didn't
Even if I did, I don't remember
Been a player since the very beginning
Stones in my charm, never my denim, no
Chain flooded like the livin' room
Incredible (yeah)
Rappin', it was either that or sellin' dope (oh weh)
Shit, let the dice roll
Now diamonds all on top of diamonds, huh? (ya)
Drippin', gotta let you know I gotta go (yeah)
Catch you anywhere, you get strong-armed
I'm talkin' upstream on a paddle boat (yeah)
Okay, one car, two shoes (two)
You in hot water like a pack of noodles (yeah)
Yeah, wife-beater, no tattoos
Like Wu-Tang, my cash rules, yeah
Brand new Richard, million and it's turbulent (turbulent)
'Bout to swap the Patek for the Vacheron (switch it!)
Yo
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I put Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
I had to ice out my arms (Phillipe!)
Niggas gon' watch at the arms (unique!)
I put some ice on my arms (woo!)
I got Patek on my arms (ah!)
I got Patek on my arms (ice)
I had to ice out my arms (ice)
I done iced out my charms (uh)
I got Patek on my arms
I got Patek on my arms
I had to ice out my arms
I done iced out my charms