Lyrical Breakdown of Hundred Thousand - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hundred Thousand" 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 "Hundred Thousand" 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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Uhh, yeah, fasho Cocaine, cocaine (Hook) Hundred thousand dollars worth of cocaine Niggas a kill ya in these fuckin' streets Each and every day i duck the feds man Tryn keep my baby somethin' to eat Done to my last bout a quarter thang Ain't no love in these dope streets Ain't tryin to be the man just tryin' to maintain I swear this game gon' be the death of me (1: Freddie Gibbs) I swear this game gon' be the death of me Fuck niggas in these streets wanna suck my blood and rip my flesh from me Youngsters tryin' to air me out and leave my body cold Sell my dope on sunday can't do church have mercy on my soul?? carolina park king And i came fresh on them forgi's forty thousand in my jeans Nigga got back to the flip ain't gon' let no bitch shit on my dreams And i?? to the mob stayed on my job ho what you mean Hundred k might give me four of those Have my prices show me those Hit me in the daylight if its light night then my store will close Seen some niggas overdose Not only dope money and power dirty dancing with the fucking devil i my darkest hour what you know about it (Hook) (2 Hit Skrewface) Hundred thousand thousand dollars worth of cocaine Make it stain slangin' thangs knee-deep in the dope game Police in my rear-view cuz they think I'm serving white, and they probly right If they hit them lights you know I'm swerving right Now i ain't stopping them bitches gon' have to catch me And before i let em do that them bitches gon' have to stretch me Cause it's do or die life or death what you rep right or left?? five or the six or is it on the four These niggas kill in the streets over gang signs I heard some niggas wanna murk me cuz i got them thangs flyin' But i ain't dyin you ain't fucking with no coward Dirty dancing with the fucking devil in my darkest hour what you know about it (Hook)