Lyrical Breakdown of Skinny Suge II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Skinny Suge II" 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 "Skinny Suge II" 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 Mic check, check, check, uh Check, check, check, bitch Check, check, check (uh, uh) Check, check, check, bitch (yeah) Rest in peace Big Time, you feel me? Rest in peace T-Mack, ya dig? Uh I am a nightmare walkin' (uh), psychopath talking (yeah) The last fuckin' nail in the coffin, the flame on the crosses Black, bald-headed Jesus, I hang on the cross (yeah) Industry crucified me, but I stay bouncin' off it Last don, Magic Juan, she put it in my palm Call the police back, bitch, tell 'em it was a false alarm Niggas wanna kidnap your moms, I'm tryna keep it calm 'Forе I leave the housе, I say all my dua's and mashallah's I survive like Easter Sunday, rabbit on the rise Cowards die a thousand deaths, nigga, I got a thousand lives Burn these niggas thousand degrees, I crematorium Squeeze the poison out of the scorpion, Mandalorian The space king, push space goose, the cappuccino-colored suede Wu for nine-nine-deuce, retail therapy Fronted the homie work, man, I might as well start a charity Seen J-Boog get shot in his eye, that gave me clarity I put some money up 'cause this rappin' shit might never last Wanna go hang it up, I seen too many rapper niggas pass Niggas I'll hit you up, so every rap I spit could be my last Really don't give a fuck, they want the clout, it ain't about the cash Last don, magic wand, she put it in my palm Pussy bomb, shed them funds, my pimpin' Megatron Big as ever, King Kong, papa the rolling stone Move like Big Perc' with the work, coke in the carry-on Carry on, get 'em gone, nigga (gone, nigga) I know some niggas that'll do you if I do a song with 'em Got my ho up in the spot, I'm 'bout to send her home with 'em Jewish lawyer beat the case, I had to say shalom with him I'm the last don, magic wand, she put it in my palm Pussy bomb, shed them funds, my pimpin' Megatron Niggas wanna kidnap your moms, I'm tryna keep 'em calm 'Fore I leave the house, I say all my duas and mashallahs Yeah, uh, man 'Fore I leave the house, I say all my duas and mashallah Bitch, nigga, uh, uh I'm the last don, magic wand, pimpin' Megatron Pussy bomb, shed them funds, my pimpin' Megatron Look, it's better not to stand out in the crowd To call attention to yourself, you understand? Listen, dead guys don't talk If I'm on a job, I'm gonna kill everyone Stop acting like an idiot Let him swim at the bottom of the ocean I just wanna let you know, man, I appreciate you You took me in Everything we been doin' up to this point Been helpin' me bounce back to where I need to be, so I got real love for you Is the feeling mutual?