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