Lyrical Breakdown of Flat Tummy Tea - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Flat Tummy Tea - Instrumental" 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib 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 Freddie Gibbs & Madlib's narrative.

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Uh, I beat the pot like Joseph beat Mike and Jermaine One came out light, one came out dark But they smokin' the same I break a 50 on blunts and give my smoker the change That nigga flexin', VVS every stone in the chain Gold body, my jewelerHhe black mummy me I be all in these bitches' stomach like flat tummy tea Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me America was the name of they fuckin' company Stackin' niggas like cargo over and under me Pick cotton bails and the coca leaf off the money tree Niggas won't let you live in peace But love to see you rest in peace Broke and poppin' and drinkin' on the rest They got the best of me I'm choppin' it up on the table 'Cause there wasn't no label gon' invest in me These niggas'll ride your wave And wouldn't go sit that time in the fed with me Eventually, when I got indicted I took a minus Niggas that I fucked with went on hiatus so I decided I should make a couple decisions like Sean made I'm feedin' Jhené Aiko-lookin' hoes in the Sprinter thing (They fuckin' with the Kane) Black nigga, jack tripper, pack flipper Step out the kitchen and step in the booth And drop heat on these rap niggas Without a cosign, you probably be fillin' my grocery bag, nigga Poison flow, I send the POTUS from riches to rags, nigga (Gangsta Kane) Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me I be all in these bitches' stomach like flat tummy tea Crackers came to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me America was the name of they fuckin' company Gold body, my jeweler, he black mummy me I be all in these bitches' stomach like flat tummy tea Crackers come to Africa, ravaged, raffled, and rummaged me America was the name of they fuckin' company (Kane) Uh, chain give me whiplash, my neck glass Shave a lil tax off the package, pay my connect fast Bellagio with quatro hoes, stack like Connect 4s Niggas don't own no land Or fine art but got all the retros Obama can't make the law retroactive, What the fuck happened? Congress cock-blockin' niggas From comin' home to they family If you lucky, when he left out of office You got a pardon, overtime cut Soft or that hard, you fucked up regardless Made my mind up Then incarceration my destination, I would wind up Addicted to medication, just poured another line up Overdosed with a styrofoam cup, how they gon' find us? Slave movies every year Yeah, the master gon' remind us If we don't take it, we don't deserve it back (Yeah) And six-thousand years done ran up The kings of the earth is back (Earth is back) Supreme mathematics, I'm on the right course (Yeah) Took the sword and knocked white Jesus Off of that white horse (Yeah) Yeah, my nigga, I'm on the right course (For sure) Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse (Uh-huh) Fuck Spike, he mostly show Malcolm on coke and white whores (Fuck Spike) Did the shit so he can get fundin' up from them white boys White girl magic, cocaine, the white whores (Yeah) I was in Joliet serving heroin to them white boys (Yeah) Top five rapper alive and that's on Vice Lord Took the sword and knocked white Jesus off of that white horse Damn, somebody callin' me, fuck Damn, I hate when people do that Let me put my phone on airplane mode, let me do that over