Lyrical Breakdown of Programmin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Programmin" 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 "Programmin" 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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Poppin my P's all over poppers, never stop my propers Dollar days flip on my profits, shaking the coppers Follow protocol when you from the ghetto stand tall Some got a job, some hustle, ball, and end it all Some of these rappers gonna give it to you fake But me? Imma give it to you straight Mama and daddy divorced when I was eight Walking on thin ice, hoping that it don't break Now I'm over here on the hillside of the V Re-established ourselves, me and D Shot sugar T and Mug Z Thinkin how can we beat the streets, and get up on our feet? Even though my wisdom tooth pulled out I still got my wisdom Know when the bitch choosing and when to spit my ism Vallejo boy got hella kin folk in Richmond If you a sucker, you probably don't want to listen We out here programmin (Niggas scrabbling shit can handle gang gallens, no famine) We out here programmin (Suckers sham and I got the cannon I'm a handle it, niggas ain't understand it) We out here programmin (Operatin and orchestratin and I could care less about your jealousy or your hatin) We out here programmin (So you better get with it bout to show that I'm forever sick with it) Pat yourself on the back congratulate you For being solid to the streets and loyal to your crew Put the good lord first and never lose your faith Bless your food always say your grace It's the way I was taught when I was a little boy Cutting the grass ain't no time to play with toys Clowning in class me and my nigga Bubba Try to make a little cash starting selling hubba's When you ballin, when you shoot the ball shoot your best shot When you fallin, and you finna get caught, snitch you better not That's gravel rule number 1 If you ain't intending on using it, never pull a gun The more I learn the more I lose my learn Thinkin about growin back my perm When I was skinny out there looking shady I'll pistol whip you with my .380 Making monumnental moves with monumental dudes Far from a square I'm not a pack of cools Puffin on my Vape pen blowing grass Residue from the hit, concentrated hash Cross-examine that ho before you decide to stay with her Use a rubber, or you gonna need a babysitter This my advice to my little nigga These bitches brains getting smaller but they ass getting bigger I don't sign bubblegum rap in my boat (nope) I listen to 40 cause he a voice of hope (yep) Free all of my people in Acerd, getting them home Programmin, never told or sold they soul We out here putting it together like a Lego Just got back from San Diego Landed in the town touch down east bound phone rang soon as I hit the ground Biatch!