Lyrical Breakdown of God Is Perfect - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "God Is Perfect" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs feat. The Alchemist weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "God Is Perfect" 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 feat. The Alchemist 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 feat. The Alchemist's narrative.

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Aight, check it out Uh, gang, gang Yeah, will it ever be the same? Uh, Big Fivo, yeah Uh, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah) It's here (Uh) Yeah (One, two) Yeah, yeah (Hold up, hold up) Yeah, yeah Kane train baby (One, two, new flow, check it out) Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Slippin' tiki in my kiki, I'm with Dee-Dee and Vanessa Top-notch bitches on my roster get the most and nothin' lesser Poppa met me in the valley, drop the ho all up with nothin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir I didn't want to speak on this shit but it Really been rackin' my brain now (Yeah, yeah) 'Cause really I fuck with this rap but my Niggas still sellin' cocaine now (Huh, yeah) Them crackers they got enough on us to Go start a motherfuckin' case now (Yeah) A nigga get hit with the R.I.C.O, They comin', they snatchin' the gang now Big sticks longer'n a bitch, golfball holes in this shit Big Fen ball in this bitch 'Cause with Willy brother all in the six Had a piper, shoulda wore a diaper When I hit him, left his draws full of shit Niggas blow at us, they gettin' blown down But I'll be so proud to put the dope down For the microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Gangland shit Fuck around, get gangland hit I'ma catch a little bitch while he's chillin' with his clique Nigga where the whole gang at, bitch? Where the watch and the chain at, bitch? Set 'em up, yeah, I drained that bitch I was fuckin' in the A, for like four days straight But a nigga never claim that bitch I be talkin' that shit like I'm bulletproof Fuck a DM I'm sendin' them killers through I be fuckin' with the Gs, Crips, Bloods, BDs Man, this shit get political Hit the John, I'm whippin' the miracle Get the spoon, I'm scrapin' the residue Man, I shop with Colombianos and the Mexicanos Man, this shit get political Rock it up then blade that shit Dog food nigga slang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Nigga might get gangland hit East side sang that shit Niggas shot at me and miss with the whole damn clip Yeah, the bitch couldn't aim that shit Fuck nigga Microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure Yessir, microphone check, one, two, mic checka Still rep that block, still burn a lot, I pray to Mecca All this gang shit in my vein, I got the rake, I got the blessin' Take some measures out the brick We press a brick, it ain't no pressure, yessir Yo Yo, I would like to say, you know? My man Kane smoked him, you know? But there is supposed to be a reason when you kill somebody Don't use somebody else for shit