Lyrical Breakdown of Automatic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Automatic" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Automatic, Systematic Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) Portable scales, checkin my mail Avoidin' the law, Stayin' out of jail Possesion of sales, Pocket all sales Conspiracy charges, Hate betrayals Cause I don't write nothin down I keep it all in my head, Intellegent About my business, Memory like an elephant Chasin' the dream, Suit up for cream Special weapons and tactics team AR-15 And infared beams, Pointed at domes, backs, and spleens Fire hydrons, Ambulance sirens, Spittin ' licence, Police indicements Rightiously what it all boils down to is basically who's the wisest Ughhh, My heart made of granite Slow down my spit so you squares can understand it I didn't come in here empty handed I came in here on business and yall gone retrospecit dammit Been out the game, Did that mane Valejeo I claim, Made the name Feel my pain, Ghetto fame Magazine Street hustla mane Messin' around in the fast lane Chevy, Cougars and Mustangs Novas, Granadas, and Falcons Project livin' and Public housin' (Kokane & Fabolous & E-40) Automatic, Systematic Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind (I got my mind on my money and my money on my mind, Ughh) In the traffic, Baller status, (Ugh) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) Bustas hate me cause I f'ed they breezies Playboy, These techs spray easy Like you don't know the hoodrat Hugh Hef play greasy I get money on the grind So if you ya mind on my money, I put some money on ya mind Ya honey gone be mine Cause ya diamond forecast is partly cloudly The kids look sunny on the shine I'm gettin' ticked off again Ya'll must like ridin' in long black caddy's that they stick coffins in Blowin' sticky, That come in the jars that they stick coffee in I got chicks offerin' But I play hard to get, Unless they suck me 'til my dick soft again You lookin' at the way the coast to coast g do it From the Brooklyn to the Bay Bring the hook in by the way Automatic, Systematic Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) It don't matter if you lokin' or bleedin' Wheather its backwards or zig zags ya smokin' ya weed in You slow pokin' or speedin' All that counts to these motherfuckers is if you broke or suceedin' I'm gettin used to strokin' and sweetin', pokin' and skeetin' Stayin focused while feedin', so I don't choke what im eatin' I'm lookin' for towns to put the coke and the weed in To sit with white folks in a meetin', pleasebaleaveit I used to sell tapes up out my truck and slang cain, (boom) Respected on the streets before the fame, (boom) Ain't nothin' lame or game goofy about my game, (boom) Paid my dues, Obeyed the rules Stuck to the script, Made a Click All a my fellows and all a my dawgs Ridin' mustard and mayonaise on vouges Feelin' em up, Sittin' em down Flossin' and Bossin' all over the town Hardest state benzes ya ever heardin ya life man write that down Automatic, Systematic Just keep that money on ya mi-i-ind, (on ya mind) In the traffic, Baller status, (baller status) Do what you do playa, (what you do) Just keep on hustlin' on the gri-i-ind, (on the grind) To all you playas out there hustlin', (hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in) To all you playas out there hustlin', (out there hustli-i-in) And all my thugs that be thuggin', (thuggi-i-in)