Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Huey" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Huey" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.
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Foot and hand on the gates
We was jumping 'em, fuck, I'm like quicksand in my ways
Was always stuck in 'em, stuck it in and an ambulance came
The first time, which ain't fast if you Los Angeles-raised (nigga)
My bitch say the spliff take the soul from me (ayy)
And the clique tight-knit, it's like the 'lo rugby
Beat the fuckin' beat like it stole from me
You can talk to Clancy, you need a feature, or quote from me (bitch)
I'm off Delancey, I reek of reefer and show money
It's Early running with niggas who cold running shit
The wins like lotion
He get 'em, he gon' rub 'em in
Critics pretend they get it, and bitches just don't fuck with him
I spent the day drinking and missing my grandmother
Just grab a glass and pour up some cold white wine in it
Or Colt .45 in it, you know how I get it
I'm toasting myself, and a toast to all my niggas
And ain't no time limit, I'm toasted as hell
And I gotta jot it quick 'cause I can't focus so well
And now, a formal introduction