Lyrical Breakdown of Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs & Madlib feat. Big Time Watts weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real" 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 feat. Big Time Watts 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 feat. Big Time Watts's narrative.

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Remember everybody ain't loyal You soft as gelatin, sick of telling them, nigga show 'em It's coke in the pot, nigga drop it and let it boil Goofy niggas make me nervous, ain't serve 'em if I ain't know 'em Eastside, sleeping in my dope house clothes Run down pair of Jordans and some dirty Girbauds Sucker coming with a short, he get extorted, exposed Nigga stand on my own two balls, my dick and ten toes Straight to the tippy top Hear this nigga spitting it, whether I got a hit or not I hit it with the whip, they notice it when they hit the rock I'm just a cocaina chemist Cooking, chopping and cutting, you'll die if I push a button Niggas heard of me, now all of a sudden they back to thugging If I never sell a record might catch me hot water juggin' The D.A. want me gone, say I'm detriment to the public Took his daughter, put this dick in her butt And said "how you love it, bitch?" Remember everybody ain't loyal Cause all the real niggas in jail or deep in the soil Dancing with the devil or eating fish with the Lord Gotta spit it how I live it, I beat the street and report, nigga All the real niggas either in jail or deep in the soil, nigga The world ain't big enough for both of us Batter up, now you pussy niggas getting fucked Straight raw with infection, passing no prophylactic Eastside, anybody killa, my niggas active Smoking and breaking a 7 up in a 6-5-0 Babyface Gangsta I been slanging, banging since 9-4 I thought the world was at my feet when I linked up with Snow But I refuse to be his flunkie, so we don't kick it no mo' Straight to the facts, nigga I looked up to you, put that on my momma Signed a deal with you and never asked you for a dollar Cause I was down with CTE, plus I was getting cheese I played my fuck ass contract, what the lick read? Thought I'd say this shit cause you ain't man enough to come discuss it You wanna be Jay-Z? Nigga you just a fucking puppet Gary boys ain't 'bout talkin', so bitch I had to show ya Don't make me expose you to those that don't know ya Man you said you the realest nigga in this motherfucker, check it But Ross had you scared to drop a diss record No nuts, got the whole team looking weak Guess that's why they ran up on you at the BET L.A. red carpet, yeah, I was geeked You couldn't take security, so we ain't take a seat I played the fool before, but yo a ho I'll never be They searched that tour bus in Milwaukee, had that .44 with me ESGN and to the end, I feed the killers Pray the Lord'll take my breath before I be like this monkey nigga Just a whole lot of rapping, but no motherfucking action Seen Gucci by himself while we was 30 deep at Magic And you didn't bust a grape, was shook from the gate It make it seem to me the gangsta shit you kick be fake Cause all my enemies, I put them suckers in their place So take them shades up of your eyes, and look me in my fucking face Cause I'm a motherfucking rare breed The last time you gonna see a bad guy like this again Don't reproduce nothin' but evil seeds I'm rapping and trapping and still ducking these F-E-D's But BMF was sticking you for your fucking cheese And yeah I know you sold the blow and whipped the hard But underneath the fucking money you's a fucking mark Take heed to my statements, because they might throw you Don't make me expose you to those who don't know you Bitch Snowman Killa