Lyrical Breakdown of The Setup - Trice, Obie - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Setup - Trice, Obie" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Setup - Trice, Obie" 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 Eminem 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 Eminem's narrative.
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Bitch I see you, 'cause you know I know you
Yeah, I know you
Last time I saw you
You was brewed up, booed up, ready for a new fuck
Last time you saw me
I was P-I to the motherfucking M-P what?
And lately I heard you's a broke bitch livin' in the lower class suburb
And lately the word is I live in a suburb and I don't fuck with birds
She used to pump on the block
Sell a nigga rocks, bail a nigga out but!
She tried to plot on a nigga, vacan't lot one shot bitch died go figure
He used to pay this bitch, gave her lots of shit
Fuck's wrong with this nigga man?
He used to bring her through the hood
Treat the bitch too fuckin' good, my opinion
We used to blaze with the bitch, faded off the lick she x-rays the clip
This nigga bought braids for the bitch
Louis Vuitton kicks and tricked on some sucka shit
Meanwhile, in the hood she drivin' around good
This bitch thinks she's in Hollywood
Meantime, she settin' the nigga up
Telling us what his stuff she's ready to get him stuck what?
Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby (you don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie
But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know)
We had to ride on a nigga
Watch him! For the right time to get richer
We decided when the hit was, run up on him, .45 in the ribs what
This nigga screamed like a bitch
Showed us what his shit hit her, hell of a lick but!
The bitch, who told us 'bout the bricks exposed us to the nigga
He knew that we'd come but!
Meanwhile, in his hood, his niggaz is suiting up and Timbed, looted up
Rims and new trucks your man 'livin' it up'
Then a van with no hubs suddenly pulled up and erupt
Shot a nigga the fuck-up
Just my luck, the bitch got us both touched, it's like a rush
The bitch who blushed and smoked blunts wit us
Turned out to be nuts, switched up
Mixed up wit the wrong slut
Got my friend zipped up in the bag, it's all bad
My niggaz got my back, in fact
They caught on her Ave, flossin' in another nigga cab
Thick thighs but she full of surprises
I swear this bitch is Shady (that's what I know)
Sex on her mind all the time
And you think that that's your baby (you don't know)
You a good guy that's living a lie
But she told 'em wear your safety (it's what I know)
If you cool and she satisfied
How come that bitch just paged me? (You don't know)