Lyrical Breakdown of The World Is My Ashtray - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The World Is My Ashtray" 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 "The World Is My Ashtray" 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, yeah You ain't really build like me, me, me Like me, me, me Yeah, June 14th, 1982, tunnel of life, she pushed that baby through Few minutes later, she pushed that baby out She ain't raised him to be slangin' shit up in her house Ten below, I'm sellin' dope until my toes froze Throw some petrol with my '87 nose hose Niggas gettin' fresher for the Summer, I'm in old clothes Burned a lot of bridges, watched a lot of doors close Saw that all the hoes chose niggas with exotic cars Maybe I was lackin' in hustle, but I had the heart to rob It's either that or starve, do-or-die, sink or swim Had to pop a Xanny 'cause I think I'm on that brink again Let me take you deeper then These two geekers, spot 'em, bangin' out, might jack me, so my Nikes I be sleepin' in Yeah, I probably know 'em, but don't trust them far as I can throw 'em Buryin' my money in the floor, that's how I want it flowin' Me and three amigos put all four of us in somethin' foreign Bitches, stick it to them, once I do them, ain't got nothin' for 'em That's the life I lead I'll probably leave a pretty corpse The streets a bitch, I've been cheatin', she's seekin' a divorce Now I lay me down to sleep, pray to Lord my soul to keep Don't let this weed and Hennessy hinder what I could grow to be Used to rap and wish a record company notice me Only to get signed and dropped a year later with no release Did some things, at one with peace, then went to war with police Fed up with cases being beat, so they put my boy to sleep Now every rhyme I write for you, I hope you understand it And to the pig that took you from us, fuck him and his family Starin' at the world through my rearview mirror, my vision's clearer Back when granny told me, "Put Jesus first," guess I couldn't hear her All my life all I wanted was that almighty dollar Ski mask and my semi-auto will solve my problems And I voted for Obama, but I still don't understand These political presidentials, they need to break it down for niggas The world is steadily movin' fast and ain't gonna wait around for niggas I stay protectin' where I lay 'cause I ain't laying it down for niggas The world is my motherfuckin' ashtray, Mexicans and Ami Want a half? Meet me halfway Break 'em down and move a couple bands on the bad day Might not rap forever, so I'm thuggin' 'til my last day Bitch, I said the world is my motherfuckin' ashtray Niggas got them zones, quarters, halves, meet me halfway Break 'em down and move a couple bands on the bad day Might not rap forever, so I'm thuggin', it's my last day Motherfuckin' Gibbs