Lyrical Breakdown of Blackest in the Room - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blackest in the Room" 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 "Blackest in the Room" 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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Yeah, yeah You know what, Al? Y-you know what I'm sayin'? What What a nigga do if I went so, so, so cold with this shit? You dig? (So cold) Yeah Where would you go? What would you do? Who would you screw? Black Forces, so his brain ain't leave a stain on my shoe Uh, this GOAT talk, bet they put my face on that mountain too (yeah) Blackest in the room like I'm Sam Cooke at the Fontainebleau (yeah, yeah) Blackest in the room like I'm Sam Cooke at the Copa (yeah) East Gary niggas, we stick together like dope and soda Put that shit on Nation, my cliquelation on Costra Nostra If I smoked him on this side, will I see him when I cross over? Damn Gotta spit it 'cause it sit on my heart The shit I think when I look up at the stars I went to jail, the warden put me in the hole 'cause I wouldn't rap for the guards I had bars back when Lambo burned my demo on a CDR This GOAT talk, nigga, TB12 From the streets to the cell, bitch, I bail, all well (all well) Got the AK with the catcher, we ain't leavin' no shells Plus I'm surgical with this bitch like Training Day Denzel, yeah Blackest in the room, Fred Hampton, they came and shot it up Blackest in the room, Jeff Fort when he hit Gaddafi up Blackest in the room, why can't niggas hit Clarence Thomas up? My cousin live in Flint, she been sick since they fucked the water up I start the drama up (you forgot) Black suits and black curses, limo service pick your mama up (pick your mama up, bitch) Checked out on that ambulance, too late to hit the doctor up (yeah) Cut off all my bitches from last year, I cleaned my roster up (cut that bitch) A nigga did a rebuild, tons on the scizale Shows, I need a hundred fifty thousand like I'm Ezal (I need a hundred fifty thou') Sent in on the truck, the pack too big to do the mizail Tried to kick that cup, but fucked around and I got a refill Fuck around, we gon' find out Fuck around, get found slumped Silly bitches, they be worried 'bout a nigga body count 'stead of countin' up Forgiato with the floatin' caps on the new 'Lac, got it mounted up Baby tried to throw that ass out, but I was passed out and she was out of luck Yeah, you out of luck, bitch Nervous 'cause detectives is lurkin', they pick the workers up (Yeah) Jump it off like Bizzy and Juicy, I fuck these verses up Kane Train kick-door, shorty, you just a burglar (yeah) My pistol in my pillow, I sleep amongst all the murderers Nervous 'cause detectives is lurkin', they pick the workers up (yeah) Jump it off like Bizzy and Juicy, I fuck these verses up (Kane Train, bitch) Niggas don't give no fuck, if you die, they might shoot your service up (baow) My pistol in my pillow, I sleep amongst all the murderers, nigga, yeah Big Rabbit again, uh Welcome to the Triple S hotel, resort, and casino, where your pleasure is our priority Please listen to the menu as our recent selections have changed For reservations, press one For concierge, press two For valet, press three For all other questions or concerns Please wait on the line and our next available associate will assist you momentarily As our valued guest, we appreciate your time, consideration, and thank you for your patience Soul Sold Separately