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

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Practice - 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 & Madlib employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah

I had it all

This one, that one

I thought it was tight, tight new situation

But you know what I mean

I'm fooling myself, you know what I'm saying?

Yeah, yeah, my nigga, I'm what she paid for

She 'bout to get off work at the club, I used to wait for her

Fucking up my whole family structure to clear the day for her

When I was going through problems at home, I should have prayed more

Dear Lord, but I didn't

So I'm tangled in this position

Made a commitment to both of these women

And never considering both of they feelings

I got too deep so after I beat

I should've just deaded it from the beginning

'Cause I admit that I got a bit

Jealous when she was at Floyd crib stripping

And that ain't like me

This ain't the right me, but that ain't her fault

She call my phone with all the tough talk, I went the fuck off

Wasn't seeking another relationship, I just needed to duck off

Got a cool new bitch in the boonies, that pussy, I knock the dust off

When all the trust lost

Sometimes the love is soon to follow

Wifey'll put me out the crib and tell me to come back home tomorrow

When I got caught the fuck up, she hit me with the ultimatum

You need to come home with your

Daughter, nothing more important than your baby

Drugs got me crazy

Uh, yeah

You know what I'm sayin', nigga?

Shit's crazy, man

Selling dope, smoking dope, you know what I'm saying, all that

All that shit, being around shit, yeah

Push you to the limit, you know what I mean?

Or you past the limit, you know what I mean?

These streets and these hoes don't love you

You don't feel no love out here, nigga

Get it, like Meech and Slick say, but she no comprende

When I'm chopping shit up like a sensei to get to rent day

My trunk got more blocks than Dikembe

The DEA, they snatched my black ass straight up out of first class flying from Midway (damn)

One foot in rap, one foot in the trap

But I'm really trapping for my homies

They too incompetent for this balancing act

If they really love me

They'd be keeping me from it, to keep it a hundred

How you complain about the price when you getting everything fronted?

Weed, heroin and 'caine flips was my main bitch

She tried to make me go to counseling but that ain't change shit

Searching for licks up in the streets, they come and go like Pokémon

Don't get no R-E-S-P-E-C-T from my baby mama's mom

Put some respect up on my name like Beatrice, men in a mattress

Hell yeah nigga, we talking about practice

How I'm gonna break up with the streets?

I got the questions but I can't find the answers

Delicate circumstances

Yeah

It's gon' be alright though

Have the bitches there, you know what I'm sayin'?

At the end of the day, yeah

Instagram, Snapchat get you locked up

Hard to sit in the city and shit, you know what I'm sayin'?

Niggas and these bitches

Ain't no love in this situation at all, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, uh