Lyrical Breakdown of Half Manne Half Cocaine - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Half Manne Half Cocaine - 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 "Half Manne Half Cocaine - 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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Yeah

Yeah, yeah

Yeah

Niggas will never learn

Yeah

There's some niggas that never learn

Yeah

Niggas that never learn

Bridges burn, tables turn

Fuck niggas, they will never learn (Never learn)

Not about an almighty dollar, it ain't my concern (Ain't my concern)

Heard you're gettin' pussy too

Outside of me, ain't my concern (That ain't my concern)

I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve

Nigga, I deserve

Big old house and two thick bitches makin' grits

Leather seats in the new candy-painted whip

Bitch, I came out the womb on some gangster shit

Ho, I knew you was off, you could take a lick

Set him up with my bitch, we can fake a lick

I just broke up a brick on the East with the clique

Who you bangin' with? You know that me and Diego be takin' shit

Bridges burn, tables turn, fuck niggas never learn (Never learn)

Chicken dinner, watchin' SportsCenter when I whip a bird (Whip a bird)

Heard you're gettin' pussy too

Outside of me ain't my concern (My concern)

I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve

Nigga, I deserve

Big old house and two thick bitches bangin' out

They go pussy to pussy and mouth to mouth

We don't need 'em, we beat 'em and pipe 'em out

Snitch, you feed 'em and treat 'em and wife 'em out

At the plate, but that pussy, you strikin' out

Met the bitch that's defeating your bank account

I just turned my mom house to a powder house

Got that bitch powdered out

Bridges burn, tables turn, fuck niggas never learn (Never learn)

Chicken dinner, watchin' SportsCenter when I whip a bird (Whip a bird)

Bitch, I know who did the murder

That ain't none of your concern (Your concern)

I just want head in a 458, that's what I deserve (I deserve)

Shut the fuck up

Yeah, half man, half cocaine (Cocaine)

I just mixed the Tylenol with heroin (Heroin)

Junkies shoot some detergent in their fuckin' veins (Fuckin' veins)

Cradle to the grave, nigga, crime pays

Fuck with Mister K, put your face on one of them picture chains

Sugar Ray the fade or go John Wick with the pistol game

Bitch ain't crack the safe, got his moms hit with the pistol whip

Move like the Yakuza said drip, we clipping off fingertips

Bitch, crack numbin' up my fingertips

Pullin' strings with my pinkie rings, rapid get you hit

I make fifteen jump like trampoline when that package sent

Now niggas want them methamphetamines, quick to suckin' dick

Suck a dick, for the dope up I was rushin' shit

Fuck the needle, she just supposed to sniff, Snuffleupagus

I get strippers on my fuckin' list, fuck a bucket list

Black brains up in buckets, bitch, Michael Douglas, bitch

Half man, half cocaine (Yeah)

Sixty pounds of Walter White, the White Plains (That Walter White)

VVS the Prezi, Skydweller plain

Sit your five dollar ass down before

I make change (I make change, nigga)

Pay for your funeral, get your shit arranged

Kiss your wife and say, "You were solid," then go piss on your grave

Hold that, lock the doggy up with Similac

Fuck rap, blood movin' ounces on the Cash App, blatt

Half man, half cocaine

I just hit a bank and did the David Blaine

One foot in the booth, one in the fuckin' cage

If I wrote my raps, you'd be a slave to my fuckin' page

Freddie Kane

Half man, half cocaine

Half man, half cocaine

Half man, half cocaine