Lyrical Breakdown of Walk It Off - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Walk It Off" 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 "Walk It Off" 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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You can only die once (you feel me?) Yeah, yeah, yeah See you niggas don't know the Dvil's work You know what I'm sayin'? Don't never let a nigga rest Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah They want us, you know And they want us to be against each other, you know what I'm sayin'? Motherfuckers want me to fuck you up, want me to kill you (yeah, yeah) And you want me to do it too So I'm goin' to fuckin' do it, nigga, let's do it, yeah (uh) A nigga get his marbles regardless (yeah) Got a job in the mob 'cause I'm heartless (yeah) Sellin' dog in the heart out apartments I'm finna go legit, I'm flippin' stocks on the market The taste for the right blow Taxin' niggas out the game when the price low I keep my hands to myself, I don't fight hoes (nah) A bitch'll fuck around and take a nigga life goals When she was talkin' out of turn Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (knock it off) Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off) All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga, "Knock it off" (knock it off) Fuck around and maybe let me send it off (send it off) Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off Shot him in his, told that pussy nigga, "Walk it off", yeah, yeah (yeah) Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee The plug never call back, the dope free Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free Out in Dallas, screamin' "Rest in peace to MO3" Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee The plug never call back, the dope free Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free (yeah, yeah) Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me (yeah, yeah) She was talkin' out of turn Told that goofy ho' to knock it off (yeah, yeah) Hit the street, then break a nigga pocket off (pocket off) All that pussy poppin', you ain't poppin' off Hit it from the back, give me top, just to top it off (yeah, yeah) Gunnin' for my spot, told that goofy nigga "Knock it off" (knock it off) Took they guns and they chains and they watch it off (bitch nigga) Seen him on that podcast, poppin' off Shot him in his, told this pussy nigga "Walk it off", yeah, yeah Walk it off, nigga, yeah, yeah (walk it off) Nigga, yeah, yeah How you feel? (Yeah) I never let a nigga rest Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah Ha, nigga, yeah, yeah Big Rabbit Nigga, yeah, yeah King of R&B, nigga (how you feel, nigga?) I'm in the Hummer for the summer With the vest and a big strap, yeah Couple dollars off of every key, the blow fee The plug never call back, the dope free Tell the feds I ain't doin' shit, I'm blow free Freddie Caine, Mr. Rabbit, I got it, they know me From the G, I took the rack, I was thinkin' they dope fiends Tell the feds I ain't trappin', I'm rappin', I'm blow free Fuck that yak, I used to sip the act', the codeine I'm in Dallas, yellin', "Rest in peace to MO3", nigga, yeah, yeah Rest in peace, my nigga (yeah) Yeah, uh, you feel me? (Yeah, yeah, yeah) It's a whole thing, baby, you dig? I never let a nigga rest Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah It's all there (yeah), you know what I mean? (Yeah, yeah) Count it up I'm in the Hummer for the summer With the vest and a big strap, yeah Yeah, yeah Freddie I'm tellin' you, nigga, you need to come on in (I never let a nigga rest) (Leave him stressed, 'bout to get banged, yeah) Come on in (yeah, yeah) I'ma take you to the land of milk and honey, nigga I'm in the Hummer for the summer With the vest and a big strap, yeah