Lyrical Breakdown of Mar-a-Lago - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mar-a-Lago" 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 "Mar-a-Lago" 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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A'ight, cool (that's who he is)
T'd up, whoo
Got the Escalade (yeah)
Told you not to fuck with me now
Told you not to fuck with me now
We the men, like my nigga Bunk, I'm the B-O-N (yeah)
D-O-N, federal agents parked outside my street again
Yeah, all-black whips, I meeched the fleet again (yeah)
Got off that dog and served that C again (yeah)
Wrappin' it up, stackin' it up, if I see buddy, I'm clappin' him up
I'ma go shoot at that bitch, if that nigga survive, one day, we could patch it up, yeah, yeah
Shit, I'm lyin', ain't givin' no passes up (yeah, bitch)
Fuck around, throw a grenade and blow your casket up, don't gas 'em up
(Yeah, told that lil' nigga, don't fuck with me, but you wanna fuck with a nigga, man)
Ice-cold, but still highly flammable
Pimp his ass and nasty, did burn like pussy, no prophylactic (yeah)
Took the summer off to fuck all the baddies with plastic asses
Niggas be writin' checks with they mouth, but one day, they gotta cash it (yeah)
Call him out and once this shit bounce, I'm pissin' on they ashes
Don't look past a ho like I'm Magic, behind the back like Patrick
Walked away from multiple crashes, but it ain't wreck my status
(Yeah, that's who he is, it ain't wreck my status, yeah)
We kicked two hos up out my house tonight (yeah)
Fucked on both of them bitches like they was my spouse tonight (yeah, yeah)
Gave that bitch that rabbit ice, she was rockin' the mouse on ice
Never fuck with a bitch that ain't got her taxes, credit and housin' right
She bound to bust that pussy, rush that pussy for a thousand likes
It's ass, pussy, and mouth tonight (that's who he is)
Yeah, bitch, she servin' three holes
I'm runnin' through her whole friend group, fuckin' Three Amigos
Man, I'm meetin' the 'migas, born and raised, streets of Levi
Rockin' Nike Spontos, got that from my vatos (yeah)
I'm ridin' in the Demon on Lincoln, I'm dodgin' potholes
Feds hit my shit, they ain't gettin' shit, Mar-a-Lago
'Cause we the men, like my nigga Bunk, I'm the B-O-N
D-O-N, federal agents parked outside my street again (yeah)
Yeah, all-black whips, I meeched the fleet again (yeah)
Got off that dog and served that C again (yeah)
We gotta get rid of this thing
Got off that dog and served that C again
Check, check
(Check, check) I tried to be a good motherfuckin' nigga
But I can't be, 'cause lil' bitch-ass niggas like you wanna fuck with me
You wanna fuck with a nigga, right?
You want a nigga who got two strikes on him to go to jail for life, motherfucker
That's what you want, get off me, fuck no