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.
• 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 & Madlib's narrative.

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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