Lyrical Breakdown of Supplier - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Supplier" 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 "Supplier" 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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Slammin Half a thang of heron in the bathroom Keep an ak and the backup in the backroom Cook a meal clean and she suck me like a vacuum Took a vacation to the county, I'll be back soon Sent a couple zero's, money on my j-pay Payin off the c-o's, smoking on the gateway Word around the block when I was locked she gave my thang away Bout to have a baby with a nigga, thats what they say (they say) Damn... Well please say it ain't so Took off the glove, say it's love when it ain't though Her classmate was coming over, that was strange though Apparently the homework ain't all he came for Maybe yous a stank ho, maybe that's a bit mean Maybe you grew up and I'm still living like I'm sixteen Like a child running wild in these sick streets Man I put that bitch up on her feet, she cut a nigga deep Damn Bitch That's why I treat these hoes the way I treat em That's deeper than a motherfucker baby, know what I'm sayin Slammin! Smack it up and flip it, then I rub it down Zip it up, and then I ship it to another town Smokin hella weed while me and Willie bust a couple pounds She used to like that type of shit, now we don't fuck around Girl you used to say them other niggas wasn't hood enough Got your hood degree, now niggas from the hood ain't good enough Bitch you wasn't trippin when that old school was pullin up You was short on ends at your college, you would put em up (put em up) Well bitch I'm out here puttin on I hope you feel the pain I'm feelin when you hear this song Don't want a nigga that's gonna slang shit up in your home But you ran off and got engaged, man that shit was wrong All to a nigga that dont got nothin that I ain't got Only difference is he trying to be a fuckin astronaut Saw this pussy nigga when I walked up in the barber shop Green as a leaf, lookin sweet, that cut a nigga deep Damn So these the type of niggas you fuckin with now baby? Square ass motherfucker. You used to love a thug nigga Uh I loved her and she loved him, so I never touched him She's got his baby in the oven, so it's mother fuck him Ain't trippin cuz you got a nigga, I just think you rushin But leavin him to be with me ain't part of our discussion Plus I'm on the road now, different color hoes now Layed back on the dope, I'm getting dollars off my shows now Bitches wanna tie me down, but I ain't in that mode now Five years later, why you calling up my phone now? (phone now) Well bitch, how you get the number? Like every other month I'm switching up that motherfucker Back on the bus I used to finger fuck her singing Usher Down on my luck and then she upped and left me for a sucker I reminisce on all the crazy shit we did You and me forever, shit we say when we was kids She say I'm havin problems and I pray that he forgive When he find out the baby ain't his, that cut a nigga deep Damn What the fuck? What you trying to say baby? The baby ain't his? Who's is it?