Lyrical Breakdown of Cosmo Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cosmo Freestyle" 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 "Cosmo Freestyle" 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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Time to freak it, yeah (Norva and, and Lambo both gone, man, yeah, they're both gone) I ain't fuck with y'all niggas in Vegas no more (Fuck), y'all had a nigga on tequila Crack, Daniel, all that shit (Yeah) Yeah, Eastside, I claim that (Yeah) I recorded my first raps on 47th, I flamed that (Yeah) That was back in '04, I was ridin' 'round bumpin' T.I., "ASAP" Now I'm a real urban legend Every day a nigga free a blessing Whack him and destroy the murder weapon Yeah (Yeah), whack him, get another murder weapon Don't go out like Keefe D, snitchin' over VladTV Bad bitch drove from D.C., tryna fuck a nigga for a fee Make her say that she a freaky girl Give me head in the Hummer EV (Front seat of the Hummer) Yeah, I done been crossed, I done been hit I done been stepped on (Yeah, stepped on) Nigga took loss after loss, friends leave when that check gone Slept on, but a broken heart ain't gon' feed these kids (These kids) Yeah, I gotta have a talk with God 'bout all the things I did (Yeah) Drugs, aggravated robbery (Uh) Hurtin' on the inside And hidin' behind this tough shit and this misogyny See, the man in the mirror ain't gon' lie to me Whole lot of snake niggas, they surroundin' me Can't even blame 'em if they wanna body me Niggas'll knock you off to get a followin', I know, yeah Yeah, I know, yeah I had to fall back and let shit breathe (Yeah) Actin' back to the rappin', nigga Like Bo Jackson, I'll switch leagues Niggas don't want no guest verses I'm the real king of these sixteens, bitch (Yeah) Bitch, I'm the real king of these sixteens (Yeah) Twenty-fours, forty-eights, fortunate enough to fornicate And on a regular basis, nigga's fuckin', I like it, she shake it Mama German and Daddy Jamaican Got all colors, my bitches ain't racist Got all colors, I'm preachin' diversity, yeah Fuck a surgery, I put you in somebody university I know God got a plan for me Or he would've let niggas come murder me But these bitches can't bully me, bother me, worry me I'ma be thuggin' this shit 'til they bury me When we do killin', we do this shit thoroughly (Yeah) Hit the collection and I made it flurry (Yeah) Ten thousand in ones, let's get this shit done I handle the supers, Don't give IG boosters no motherfuckin' jewelry 2 a.m., bitch, and now I'm in a hurry 8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? Damn (Oh shit) Got an 8 a.m. flight, why they book it so early? Shit Freddie, you can't go back, man You see how you livin' over here? Nigga, you ballin' The baddest bitches on your dick Come enjoy some of this decadence Some of this extravadance Some of this—, I said extravadance, I meant extrava— Nigga, you know what the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout Who needs school, nigga, when you got bitches? Look, you got a pound of coke You don't even wanna smoke the shit You wanna sell the shit Nigga, I'm tryna get to enjoy some of that But at least sellin' it is cool But why don't you just do some of that shit? Nigga, it's cool, check this out Ah, ah, ah, ah That's the fuck I'm talkin' 'bout, Freddie As long as you keep sinnin', I'ma keep winnin'