Lyrical Breakdown of Knicks - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Knicks" 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 feat. Big Time Watts 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 feat. Big Time Watts's narrative.

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Pippen on the assist I'm watching Jordan drop a double nickel on the Knicks That was '95, couple of us ain't live til '96 Gangbanging, cane slanging had us caught up in a twist We was middle school fools, life was rushing past me Fresh up out a school bus fighting up at Pulaski Uncle hit me off with a zip, now I get some cash, G "Where will you get some money for Nikes?" my mama asked me I got it selling nickle bags Stress, weed, million seeds, where the liquor at? Mad Dog 20/20, kept a nigga loose Murder was the case except a niggas taste the gin and juice Cause then we gon' be riding on some bullshit Shoot up a nigga crib, that's some hood shit And I can give a fuck who in the house sleep Waking up the neighbors, shoot my trey eight at the police, bitch I got it selling nickel bags, bitch Chilling with a bitch Watching LeBron put up a 56 on the Knicks In 2005, police killed my nigga in 2006 Only thing he losing is his pension, ain't that 'bout a bitch If I see that ho I got a slug for him I wanna kill him slow like I ain't got no love for him I wanna torture and burn him, drag him to hell with me This for my nigga just lurking, working the scale with me In these last days, on my last page Fuck a job, I'm whipping this butter cause crime pays In these last days, on my last page Fuck a job, I'm serving these cluckers cause crime pays I'm a lunatic by nature Yeah, kidnap a family for his paper Yeah, and if you make it through the day, bro Yeah, pray to God I ain't stank ya, bitch