Lyrical Breakdown of Shangri La - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shangri La" 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 "Shangri La" 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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Hit the weed, drink the drink up, and toot the blow Yeah, yeah, check, check, yeah Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah Meet your mom, check, check Yeah, yeah, tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah (yeah, ho) Tell a ho, run a, check, check, yeah Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Woke up and hit the dope, yeah I done made it, the good Lord done gave me a whole 'nother 24 I got two bitches in Malibu making a movie This shit here the movie score Hit the weed, drink the drink up, and toot the blow Tell me, is you a stud or is you a ho? (Whoo, yeah, ho) Fuck it, I love 'em both Baby mama and mistress, nut in 'em both Rock-a-bye baby, bitches want child support Rock that ice in her face, then I rock her boat Let me post up at your place and chop the blow Let me post up at your place and catch a Vic Let you slide in this DM on freaky shit Now I wonder if I ever crossed you or lost you Would you ever set me up, wet me up? Yeah, you a sneaky bitch How many licks, ho? Yeah How many tricks, ho? Yeah How many dicks, ho? Uh Bitch, I don't wanna know Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before Fucked some rich nigga, fucked up the town before Bitch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor So I can't be responsible, this shit was optional (yeah) I was thinking 'bout taking it in and just Keeping one bitch, but that shit was illogical (yeah) Once I get up, a nigga get lit up I might hit your bitch up, I can't make no promise, ho Man, these bitches got niggas investing It don't make no sense, and it don't make no dollars, ho Once I get up, a nigga get lit up I might fuck a brick up, I can't make no promise, ho How many licks, ho? Yeah How many tricks, ho? Yeah How many bricks, ho? What? Hand me my pistol Don't forget, hit that light by the window I'ma pull up when I see the signal I take cold-blooded killers on kick doors If you ain't come to shoot, what you slid for? If you run off on me, then you tweaking, bitch It gon' come back around, you can keep it, bitch I done have bitches get on the Internet, try me like Zion I'm still undefeated, bitch You a ho, then you broke, then you tweaking, bitch Sucking on the wrong dick, you ain't eating, bitch Now I wonder if I ever crossed you or lost you Would you ever set me up, wet me up? Yeah, you a sneaky bitch How many licks, ho? Yeah How many tricks, ho? Yeah I hit her friend, though, yeah So many tears, ho Girl, this ain't your first trip, you been 'round before Fucked some rich nigga, fucked up the town before Bitch, your heart was already broke, I picked it up off the floor So I can't be responsible, this shit was optional (yeah) You an option, bitch Baby, this shit was optional Yeah And you know I got options, ho, yeah This shit was optional Yeah, yeah, yeah