Lyrical Breakdown of Location Remote - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Location Remote" 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 "Location Remote" 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
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
La-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la
La-la-la
East side, laboratory coats, testing the dope
I'm in a location remote, Ivory Coast
Tryna get high as I can go, the glass ceiling broke
It's never over, sole controller, all our chains golder
Diamonds brighter, you ain't gotta ask whose live-r
Niggas dyin' to be like us, losin' they minds tryin'
I'm in the basement scrapin' blades with all my sharpenin' irons
'Cause in times of peace that's when these snake niggas creep
You think you safe 'cause you deep, your goonies half sleep
Stooges if you ask me
Gibbs and Andretti fill that vault full of Fetti (yeah)
Andretti and Gibbs that's like that barrel to your rib (yeah)
It's that fucking real (yup)
Yeah
Eastside (Eastside) (this is something special)
Nigga fuck the peace sign
Yeah, yeah
Ayo, call the chiropractor, this necklace is extra heavy on me
1963 Gold Ds, I went Andretti on it
Dipped the shoes in 24 karats and dropped a Chevy on it
Boss fuck a franchise tag, niggas can't Le'Veon me (niggas can't Le'Veon me)
Yeah, 'cause of a bitch I had to sit the bench
L train blessed me you broke me off when I hit the bricks
Passing off the dog, bitch, I scored the dope and I get assist
Kidnapping IG, trapping might get your sister hit
We taping mamas up, we filling them llamas up
Niggas making statements they Manafort Papadopoulos
Trump sweating bullets on Diet Coke sniffing powder up
And if he build the wall we gone bring that dope underground with us
Told my nigga Spitta, your enemies my enemies
I just solar-powered up the Model X
Real nigga keep same energy, like what
I rep the pack like I'm Stunna Man
Legend in this bitch, might do Coachella as a hologram, nigga
That is just exactly what they want you to believe
Let's just call it the phenomena
He outranks them
He, he outranks them
(Sit down)
(I don't wanna sit, I want my money)