Lyrical Breakdown of Lavish Habits - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lavish Habits" 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 "Lavish Habits" 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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Check-check, yeah Mic check-check Check-check, ah Check-check Ooh baby, what you wanna do with me? Ooh baby, what you wanna do with me? Check-check, bitch, yeah Ooh baby, what you wanna do with me? Check-check Goddammit, I be god, damn it First-class Virgin Atlantic, stewardess' titties plastic I'm still gon' squeeze Akademiks titties, that fat bastard Gunna dissed me and took a plea, he a rat bastard Show up at your funeral, big Fendi bitch, ten Blickies Pee on city girls like P. Diddy, bitch, get with me If this heifer thinking 'bout sticking me, that's a long shot I'm busy smoking motherfucking opps like Patrick Mahomes' pops Fathered these nigga' flows, I took the long route Walked through the jungle so most these niggas could run out Smacking shit at 8 a.m., shooting soon as the sun out Effects of being broke, Black, agitated and drugged out Effects of being young, Black, rich might unalive me They killed Nip, take off Dolph, I see the signs, G For the fame and the goddamn chain, they'll undermine me Give a fuck 'bout beef with multiple rappers, I like variety, uh Goddammit, I be god, damn it I was testing dope with an addict, Henry was speaking Spanish Beezy lost three bricks in the package, Mafia tryna whack him Made it up with interest and taxes, fuck it, we back in action Beefin' with the gang, 'bout to bust the strap at another faction Heard he liked to shop, I'ma bury him in designer fashion 100-karat rabbit, my bunny surfing, my water splashing Yellow Rollie, rose-gold Patek, I've got some lavish habits Goddammit, I be god, damn it Crack still slamming, I'll just take another crack at it Goddammit, I be god, damn it Yellow Rollie, rose-gold Patek, I've got some lavish habits I be god, damn it