Lyrical Breakdown of Set Set - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Set Set" 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 "Set Set" 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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Cook cocaine, put numbers on the set, well who you fuck with? I just cut four pills up in the deal up in the dope mix Just fucked up my smoke 'cause ain't my smoker got my dope kicked Bitch it ain't no snitching, play cutthroat you get your throat slit Bust down true believer, a cup of Tec, I got my Rolls blinged Got expensive taste, won't even take head from a broke bitch Smoke that kush and pop them perkies, drank and snort that blow bitch Back when I was broke, wouldn't even take head from a broke bitch Or a slut bag or a thot thot I was seventeen with a knot knot Nor a chopped rocked in the slot box Shout out to my niggas on the lot lot We gon' shut it down when the narcs out Hurt a fuck nigga feelings when you fuck up a check at the car lot God damn Strap on my lap, hop out Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops Pull up on the set, doo doo Strap on my lap, hop out Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops Pull up on the set, doo doo A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set Whip it, whip it Whip it, whip it, whip it hard Ain't no witness, no weapon, my nigga I beat the charge Gotta ice a nigga so my swiper nigga put the brand new choppers on the Visa card Told that pussy nigga that this ain't no motherfucking movie but you gotta play your part Get you cut for it, snap and put it on the what boy All these rappers got humungous choppers but I swear they got some baby nuts boy If you ever bought a chain back from a robber nigga you a fuck boy Putting duct tape on the whole fam, flexing for the Gram get you touched boy Who you trust boy? God damn Strap on my lap, hop out Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops Pull up on the set, doo doo Strap on my lap, hop out Hit 'em with the Mac, pop pop Holes in his chest, Fruit Loops Pull up on the set, doo doo A hunnid karats on my neck, I put it on the set set And my wrist is dripping wet, I put it in the set set Copping foreigns off the lot, I brought it to the set set Nigga pop and drop a opp I did it for the set set