Lyrical Breakdown of Palmolive - Instrumental - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs feat. Madlib, Pusha T & Killer Mike weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Palmolive - Instrumental" 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. Madlib, Pusha T & Killer Mike 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. Madlib, Pusha T & Killer Mike's narrative.

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It's gon' speak for us It should speak for itself, you know what I mean? Kane season Fucking my pastor daughter in two Jesus pieces (Yeah) Dropping this blow on the basement floor, my Yeezys squeaking (Yeah) Repping the fam, I pledge allegiance, undefeated Fuck the forty acres and the mule, they gave us niggas the Eagle Popeyes, spoons and needles (Yeah) Sold a piece of crack to polices, Mario Van Peebles (Uh) Serving every prom queen and groupie with that vanilla smoothie (I was prom queen) Scary Gary, my nigga, my neighborhood something like Fallujah (Yeah) Vladimir banana clip, move with Russian collusion shooters (Uh) Fuck a track, ho, selling that pussy on computers (Yeah) Pimpin'll never die, Chad Butler in Heaven chuckin' deuces (Hold up) Trunk of deuce of hard white fish, then I made a wish (Yeah) A smoker scrubbin' down my kitchen, I'm never gon' wash a dish (Yes) It's Mr. Clean, glass, all Palmolive (Yeah) These niggas don't know how hard you ridin' for they ass 'til you park it (Skrrt) In 1998, I sold a Glock 19 chopper 2018, I'm finna reclaim my fucking time and cop the Rollie flooded Maxine Waters, fuck your poison, keep your vaccines off us We got a reality star in the goddamn office, quite like the Reagan days (Yeah) Fernando said they used to move chickens in the Noriega days (Yeah) I'd disrespect his name, but he signed my face with a razor blade (True story, nigga) Baby Tony, top of the family like Johnny Sacrimoni (Yeah) Choppin' up this block white top with some Yohji Yamamotos (Uh) Whoever kill him first gon' get promoted Boy, I was getting my way with murder, before Denzel fucked Viola Gangsta Kane Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga Look, real bars are the ill bars These scars are the only real proof they couldn't kill gods My coke hand is still sketchin' out my memoirs What I did to door panels on them Windstars Gem stars, left cuts in the dinner plates It's new stash spots, the AC don't just ventilate Take over your blocks, young niggas assimilate We all break bread like going Dutch on a dinner date The love of your life rap nigga wear fake watches The serial number don't match the gift boxes The bezel on her ballon bleu do the Tinashe The bitch told me two-tone Rollies was too blasé (Yugh) Way more chemical than political PTSD from what I weighed on the digital It was snowfall and Reagan gave me the visual Obama opened his doors knowing I was a criminal I took a risk, I took a brick Took a road trip to a Motel 6 Get it wholesale and you know I won't tell shit Ride coattails, then he really want that lit Just another in the mix, nigga, I'm rich, nigga Tell me, is you Alpo or Mitch, nigga? Bet it all, roulette, all on my wrist, nigga Like Cleo setting it off, taking your bitch, nigga, ooh Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga But the popos, they coming for your money, nigga Play low, I mean low like no money, nigga Young nigga, dope money, just have at it, nigga Make money, more money, mathematics, nigga But the low low, like talking to baby mama, nigga Fake rap, tell that bitch this is that show money, nigga I know a guy in my neighborhood He came home from work one day and caught his best friend in the hall with his wife They had all day to go to bed Pulled out a .45, shot both of 'em Next morning, his friend went down to the jail He said, "Fred, don't take it so hard" He said, "It could have been worse" He said, "What you mean, it could have been worse?" He said, "Man, two people dead. I might get the electric chair. You tell me it could have been worse?" He said, "Yeah, baby. It could have been worse." He said, "What you mean?" He said, "Hell, if you'd have came Thursday instead of Friday, you'd have gotten me too"