Lyrical Breakdown of Keep It Pimpin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Keep It Pimpin" 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 "Keep It Pimpin" 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, yeah, fa sho Uh, yeah, uh Uh, uhh, yeah I hit ya bitch with my Nikes on Take off my jewellery and beat it up with the lights on Say Gibbs getting sloppy on the bay bridge By a Phillipino part Jamaican bitch Headed to the trap house Looking for that pack now See me in the trenches even though my shows packed out Nigga made a living off this gangsta shit i rap bout Motherfuck every single police and what they ask bout Shoutout to my niggas in the FED The county to state My niggas said when i come home Fred i'm gon buy me some weight Sit at the table with the mob i bet i have me a plate Just keep it gangsta mane and then we'll be straight It's real shit baby, uh, yeah Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight It's real shit baby, uh, yeah Yeah, uhh I need another pack of that Make em run it for a hunnid, is you backin that Know every?? cause his old lady i was?? that It's Makaveli status, I just smashed it you can have it It ain't no cabbage for a ratchet bitch that askes Automatic, blow it back out in her?? I can backseat Cadillac it, yeah Pussy stamps on my passport Foreign and naked man What more could a nigga ask for, my god If she don't gotta speaka no english I gotta million different ways that i can get in between it They say them ghetto motherfuckers like to love it and leave it Bitches on top of bitches, you should have seen it Better believe it, bitch Just keep it gangsta mane and i'mma be straight It's real shit baby, uh, yeah