Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Look At Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Look At Me" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I'm the kind of man that recognize talent
And when I find it, I put it to work
Baby you forget I'm straight, first at the block
I know that's what counts in my fair hands
Came through in a clean SS
Bucket seats with the beam on the TEC
Got a thing, Wu-Tang, protect your neck, bitch
Hahaha, ha, take a look at me, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho
Came through in a Benz S6
Drippin' water, neck and wrist reckless
Ho was trippin', that was one less bitch, ho
Yeah, hahaha, take a look at me, bitch
Yeah, yeah, yeah (take a look at me, ho)
Look at me, motherfucker, look at me (yeah)
And my bitch got her tax check back
She gon' put a real nigga back on his feet (yeah)
Used to ride in the clean A3
With the wood and the Louis Vs on my seat (yeah)
Motherfuck what you heard, when I ride in the dirt
Make a ho clean off her feet (yeah)
Tell a bitch, "What you looking at?"
Soda with cocaine, now I'm cookin' that
If that shit ain't locked up then we took it back
Niggas stretch it and press it, we pushin' that
When I stop selling crack, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, bitch, I ain't lookin' back
Yeah, damn
Came through in a new Porsche speed
Too much coke'll make a bitch nose bleed
To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho, ha
Came through in a new Porsche speed
Too much coke'll make a bitch nose bleed
To the floor seats from the nosebleeds, bitch, yeah
Take a look at me bitch, yeah
Take a look at me, ho
(Yeah)
(Look at me, motherfuckers, look at me, yeah)
(Look at me, motherfuckers, look at me, yeah)
You lucky you got away with just a scratch, sucker
What you got the other night was just the smoke
The fire is yet to come
Got to run him out of the neighborhood
What you'll get is nothing but a whole lot of trouble
You better be careful when you talk
About shedding blood in this community