Lyrical Breakdown of Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away" 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 "Lord Giveth, Lord Taketh Away" 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, we book niggas for shows
Take all they money and jewelry
Put good dick in these hoes
Butt naked, leave 'em exposed
My bitches, I line 'em up
Sex texts, naked pics, have 'em thinking she down to fuck
That's my MO, at the M-O-T-E-L
With a hot plate of some hard bitch, I bet these sells
Quicker than Jordans on a Saturday, psycho like Donny Hathaway
I just want to make dough and fuck bitches like I'm a Latter-Day
Saint, but I ain't, bitch I'm one of Satan's descendents
Fathering niggas flows, I should claim 'em like they're dependents
Taxin' niggas on wax cause they get in rap just to act
Trappin' and packing gats, I was rapping after the fact
Arrest court date, hard times, heart break
Grind 'til the last crumb, selling dubs soft shake
And the cluckers can't wait
Is you working today or not Fred
An open shop and a close mouth'll keep your mouth fed
Lord giveth, Lord taketh away
Make a dollar, fuck tomorrow, we gon' take it today
I guess I'm in to take your shit, that's what it take to get paid
You a gangster, do your thing and take your shit to the grave, nigga
Uh, we book niggas for clubs
They say they don't need security, claiming they really thugs
I'm legit, so I could give two shits if you really was
Plus I'm plugged with some fools that'll put your dick in the mud
Have a rapper do a walk through, let the nigga walk out
Pistols on the promoter, don't trip us or we're gonna chalk out
Showing niggas some show money
Bitches take off that shiny shit
Man it's so dry, niggas is cutting they dope with vitamins
Acetone, hard to leave that crack alone
Government got heroin addicts strung out on this methodone
New dope, new wave, four P's, oxycotin, op's
Can't break it down or shoot it, think you gotta snort these
Plenty niggas OD, not just on drugs
But I'm chasing money fuck it, so the fo' wait for fo G's
And it was some bullshit, but I had to get it in
Took it back from his ass and re-up and sell that shit again... Gibbs