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 About shedding blood in this community