Lyrical Breakdown of Certified Live - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Certified Live" 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 "Certified Live" 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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Uh I just poured up like four zips One-double-O like four grips, gangsta and you know this Just took a Vegas trip, Caesar's Palace stabbin' your bitch Finna go trick off your cheese, pissing off these police I'm big dope drankin', make sure my eighty-four stanking Haters can't contest, just K.Y.S., I suicide that Lincoln Broad day, all day, crack rock in my hallway I was sixteen serving sixteens off fifteen from broadway Hard yay, got a nigga thuggin' out that UGK tape Niggas bout that shit and we hit the first lick, with a little deuce deuce and a tre eight And bitch my pack just hit the mail, I'mma get that scale I can't wait Nigga for all this rap shit, these niggas plastic claim they G's but they ain't It's Gangsta Gibbs, bitch Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane Rap I slash feet in the dub game Certified Live from the land of the gang bang Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane Rap I slash feet in the dub game Certified Live from the land of the gang bang It's Rock Eighty-seven cut dawg Oh no I ain't got Mercedes Haters out there trynna take me Pop the trunk or pop a crazy (Brrrrr) Like a barber keeping them extra clippers Drop bout eighty, I drive 'em crazy when I deliver Mind yo business we living life and just stacking riches Picture me rolling on my phone scrolling through pussy pictures Pussy nigga you in the way so just step aside You can't swim with these sharks, you drowning all in your pride We moving with killers in broad day It's a cold world, keeping them heaters on all day All day, oh yeah we riding with them clappers Cause those bitch ass niggas praying on us heavy like some pastors And them feds trynna have our phone tapped Like some dirty ass water out the faucet, out the trap Jay Rock, Freddie Gibbs bout to kill it, hide your feelings If you show your hands then we gunning and you finished Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane Stay on my G and about my cheddar mane Rap I slash feet in the dub game Certified Live from the land of the gang bang Stayin' on my G and about my cheddar mane Nigga fucked your bitch and left it wetter mane Rap I slash feet in the dub game Certified Live from the land of the gang bang