Lyrical Breakdown of Couldn't Be Done (ft Kelly Price) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Couldn't Be Done (ft Kelly Price)" 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 "Couldn't Be Done (ft Kelly Price)" 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, you feel me?
We rented out the whole top floor, ya dig?
South Beach, tsk, turn me up, Thirst
I had- I had all- I had to get all my hoes here
Everybody needed a room
Damn, yeah (I was just too jiggy)
Big Rabbit (yeah-yeah)
They said we couldn't do this shit like- (yeah-yeah, yeah, a-yeah-yeah)
Yeah-yeah, a-yeah, a-yeah
Faded let the fields in the dope, uh
Used to sleep on the air mattress my bitch strap on the floor, uh
Big homie would sell me shit, heard the West Coast got that coke, uh
Fuck niggas see me now, I chuck the dеuces and I float
On them motherfuckin' rubbеr bands
Jump straight out the pot straight to a cluckin' hen
Streets is strickly business fuck your homie I'm your pusha man
They say talking reckless on this shit might get me booked again
Dropped another album Cocaine Rabbit got 'em shook again
Gary niggas you either with us or you against us
They tried to play us 'cause the Jacksons barely came to visit
They had the big bro locked in Westville, yeah, I made them visits
You back outside it's time for you to play a new position
Fuck them niggas, I still wish them well because I love them niggas
Bulletproof the fleet I'm in the streets
But it's hard to touch a nigga
Next up I might slay 'em in Cullinans, different colors nigga
Big rabbit I had to Phonte 'em, my Little Brother niggas (Blackness!)
You feel me? You know what I'm sayin'
Had to little brother, had to, you know what I'm sayin'
Peewee Herman, you're little Peewee, you know what I mean?
Had to show you how small he is, you know what I'm sayin'?
Compared to the Big Rabbit, you know what I'm sayin', the big lord
Different color hoes, you know what I'm sayin'
Sorry, Umar
They said I couldn't do it
But I did it
Make it, bitch
They say it couldn't be done
Hey, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said I couldn't make it
They didn't know I'm gon' scrape it
You said you'd forgive me
We knew what it could be
With you by my side
But Jesus I'm gon' rise
Couldn't be done
We will make it, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
They said it couldn't be done
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