Lyrical Breakdown of Automatic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Automatic" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Automatic" 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 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's narrative.
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Yuh
We gon' twerk these motherfuckin' numbers
Oh yeah
Just 'gon spit on this shit
Whippin' that Richard Pryor
I don't got shit to prove
You know what I'm sayin?
Old head niggas ratted
Rat ass niggas
I was in the kitchen choppin' blade (woah kitty)
You know what I'm sayin', nigga?
Yeah, whippin' that Richard Pryor
Chicken comin' in soft get it hard fried
I just came through porsche'd out with the frog eyes
Got that Afghani dope with the mob ties
Pop the Glock at yo top, throw the Glock away
Beat the cake just like Ikey beat Anna Mae
I don't got shit for a pussy ass nigga, but white shit and yellow tape
I don't got shit for a pussy ass nigga, but knuckles and hollow tips
I just put my monkey nuts on my chop stick
Might just knock of an arm that chopper hits
From my cuz in the pack and he just lost a brick
Cut that nigga off like he a naggin' bitch
Got my house and whip and your bitch
And this drip on my neck and my wrist off that powder shit
Benz fully automatic
Chopper fully automatic
She gon' suck me off, it's automatic
You can wife the ho 'cause I done had it (we had it)
And I ain't never had a OG
Most them old heads niggas ratted
Carolina Park Kane train, I'm the Big Lord Bunny Rabbit
Benz fully automatic (skrrt)
Chopper fully automatic
She gon' suck me off, it's automatic
You can wife the ho 'cause I done had it (we had it)
And I ain't never had a OG
Most them old heads niggas ratted
All the young niggas know me
In the gang gang got it tatted
Gang gang got it tatted
Set name got it tatted
Yayo got me fuckin' with the matics
Finna wrap this crack up in the plastic
Send your bitch to shop in London
7 hour flight the ho ain't bring no baggage
Street sweeper got a heat seeker
Push a pussy nigga off the planet (on god)
Oh God, show you niggas how to rob
I can shoot a nigga in the face and make the bond
Knock him out his Louboutins
Over 500 degrees when I cook a nigga
Fuck polices I gon on the run 'fore I just let 'em book a nigga
Cop that new GTR or Porsche
That's the garage on you pussy niggas
Benz fully automatic
Chopper fully automatic
She gon' suck me off, it's automatic
You can wife the ho 'cause I done had it
And I ain't never had a OG, most them old heads niggas ratted
All the young niggas know me
In the gang gang got it tatted (fuck nigga)
Benz fully automatic
Chopper fully automatic
She gon' suck me off, it's automatic
You can wife the ho 'cause I done had it
And I ain't never had a OG, most them old heads niggas ratted
All the young niggas know me
In the gang gang got it tatted (fuck nigga)