Lyrical Breakdown of Look At Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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 Freddie Gibbs feat. The Alchemist 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 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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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

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