Lyrical Breakdown of Robes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Robes" 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 "Robes" 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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They often see what we can't see Wearing a smile You never ever find a frown... You ain't shit if you ain't ever struggled You gotta put in hard work before you flex your muscles I see where niggas fall off tryna perfect the puzzle You ain't gotta like my work shit, respect my hustle I was a solid hearted mind before I had to grind, my swagger fine I never had to pack my lines with plastic rhymes Diamond in the rough, give it time, you'll find your light and shine This little light of mine, these are our highest times My third eye divine, I see my skies aligned I feel like one with the moon but that's some other shit I stopped caring how people see me and I'm loving it But no desire for your input, I does my shit Say what you want but know my ignorance is fucking bliss Pardon the scents Checking press releases off the beeper like a pimp Smanging lever off the strength, threw his demons off the cliff The scenic route below, tires screaming in the mist And like the key open the door I twist The weed I bought because I don't know how to cope with shit Be easy I could three hit 'em right where his shoulder sit Maneuver throught the swamp like a four-wheeler Hitting it quickly after a coarse greeting Leave like the father I never had or a low Caesar The son he had but ain't never wanted like cold pizza Skull and bones out the same closet I grow reefer The team eatin', cold-hearted, spit feces Fuck every rapper and his entourage Fuck up the stage and blow dodi smoke on his bodyguards Nothin' but Cutlasses, Cadillac coupes in my garage Make foreign bread, get some morning head on the Autobahn Faces, smiling faces, they keep me motivated And I got plenty fans but I ain't shit without my haters Know this pussy A&R that threw some bullshit cross the table Then next year I still be rappin' and he be fired from his label Damn, bitch, I'm in the mob, I always got a job Breakin' down the Keisha gettin' Brandon Marshall for the quad Brett Favre for the zone, five bands for the whole Wrist piece solid gold, neck piece arctic froze Give you the smarts and the parts and also regarding hoes He chase a bitch but I was chose I only think of you, on two occasions That's when I'm drunk and when I'm blazin' up My Filipino bitch she fly me to LA to fuck I weigh my options, I'd rather be cookin' cuttin' and weighin' up Bitch, it's Gibbs!