Lyrical Breakdown of Gamed Up (feat. Rayven Justice) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gamed Up (feat. Rayven Justice)" 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 "Gamed Up (feat. Rayven Justice)" 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.
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I ain't new to this shit, baby No, no, I'm too grown Tryin' to run game on me I been in this too long I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up Bitch, how the fuck you think you supposed to run game on me? I could have been a pimp at the age of three And when it comes to funk, I know a few hitters in that arena And I ain't talkin' John Cena, I'm with hyenas Born hustler, not a sucker, but a king Don't nothin' come to a sleeper but a motherfuckin' dream All my years I had peers that I looked up to That been on and off the streets, back and forth to the stew Sometimes I drink too much, I got three bladders I'm paranoid, I pack three hammers I smoke a lot, I got three lungs I'm looney as fuck like Yuck and Num How you expect me to help you if you won't help me help you? I ain't in the way, you in the way of you I keep my ear to the turf like a soccer shoe I know these streets like the Gracies know Jiu-Jitsu I ain't new to this shit, baby No, no, I'm too grown Tryin' to run game on me I been in this too long I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up Hate come with the plate When you eatin' everybody want a taste Turnin' my money over and flippin' it like a acrobat I got more TracFones than Saul from Breaking Bad Where I'm from, they'll shank you in a bathroom stall Where I'm from, they'll deflate yo' head like a Tom Brady ball Hella long ago before my Mangoscato I used to spin the gumbo pot like [?] Havin' money ain't new to me, I'm a staple Seasoned like a mu'fucka: basil I respect my OGs, look up to them like a father They stay movin' mean, up in the pen they shot callers I went from not even being mentioned to the center of attention Right now I scoot a European, but I used to scoot a lemon It's me man: benefactor What's that on ya wrist? Yacht-Master I ain't new to this shit, baby No, no, I'm too grown Tryin' to run game on me I been in this too long I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up Something similar to a curtain call, my beats be clappin' Bankroll swoll' like an allergic reaction Suckerism's contagious like a yawn If you play with the bull, ya gonna get the horns Some people got time for everybody else Except for the people that's gon' be there when it's nobody else I could show you the newest way to play the oldest game in the world I ain't gotta have money to pull yo' girl When the next man is winning, don't be concerned You can hate or you can learn I'm the get-money whisperer, teach Hustlers how to get money; preach I'm from the Wild, Wild, Wild, Wild West Where they aim for the dome and the chest Be cool if you a tourist or a guest Tuck yo' chain in yo' shirt, it's a mess I ain't new to this shit, baby No, no, I'm too grown Tryin' to run game on me I been in this too long I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm, I'm I'm gamed up