Lyrical Breakdown of Skinny Suge - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs feat. The Alchemist weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Skinny Suge" 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. The Alchemist 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. The Alchemist's narrative.

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Young cocaine Dream Go to sleep, like See the Grim Reaper and the nigga said, you know what I'm sayin' Yeah-yeah (yeah-yeah) Yeah Like every night I dream a nigga tryna murder me (yeah) Visions of my loved ones dialin' 9-1-1, emergency 'Cause I decked a nigga and took his work, man, I made it work for me If he come back and kill me I know this shit was business, man, I never take it personally Skinny black nigga, rich off rap, sweat on my own back Niggas ain't show me how to cook, had to fuck up my own batch Dumb high, Marty McFly Put down the crack, bet on myself Like I went back to the future with a rap almanac Had powder on my table, the label called for they offer back Harry on my line, I ain't got his bread, I can't call him back Plus I got a show, the promoters ain't got the dough for that These losses set me back, man, I'm literally sellin' dope to rap How can a nigga cope with that? Man, my uncle died off a overdose And the fucked up part of that is I know it's a plot, the nigga that sold it Put a pistol to my head, I was way too scared, drunk off emotions I'm drinkin' and takin' these drugs 'Cause I can't numb the pain with smokin' Loner but I hate to be lonely I fuck a bitch, she fall in love, but I just wanna be homies If I fall off or get locked up she might just fuck on the homies Most niggas die over love for a bitch or havin' trust in they homies A skinny black nigga, rich off rap My nigga baby mom a fiend, can't keep his bitch off smack She called the police, now he doin' seven years for a sack He told me look after his kids Then a week later that bitch turned up whacked It's just the code, nigga (yeah) I pray Allah protect my soul, nigga Lord, give me the strength to ignore The things I can't control, nigga (fear) 'Cause I was livin' by the code, nigga, yeah Gang That's how we feel, if we die It's like, we go kill one of them (we kill one of them) One of them die 'Cause they down for it, they had get took out Then they came back And then it's a feud 'til they don't want no more 'Til everybody just drop it