Lyrical Breakdown of War Time - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "War Time" 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 "War Time" 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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Yeah, 'cause I'm living right now nigga (I don't shit)
Yeah, yeah, I don't trust nobody, nigga (feel me?)
Yeah, almighty don't like nobody, copy? Yeah (yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time
Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time
(Artz, what's poppin' my G?)
(B-B-Bugy)
Got that shit in my system, don't know if I'm ever gon' shake it
I got a lust for this murder shit, pop out and burn that bitch
Put on front page of the paper (woo)
Stackin' that shit since a youngin', I chop up a onion
I made my first pay on a pager (woo)
You could send one or get done
If I could get the fuck about beats
With the fucking full of basses (fucking full of basses)
Dull nigga flyin' bitches to Mexico
Ho was bougie, knock a bitch off her pedestal (yeah, yeah)
Fuck her friend and let her know you ain't special ho (yeah, yeah)
When I take a trip then I take an extra ho (yeah, yeah)
They was fuckin', I was gone off an edible
You can keep your nigga, I never question you (woo)
Buy my whole collection, you a collectible (woo)
Bust it open, let me see you get naked ho (woo)
Body bangin', new Pilates and stretches ho
Pescatarian, all the fish and the vegetables
Be his pussy while you pushin' the Jetta, ho (yeah, yeah)
42 more nights I'd like to refresh a ho (yeah)
She ain't fuckin', suckin' it, ain't no pressure ho (yeah, yeah)
With the number when I send you the check (yeah)
So pimps get the most and you get the lesser ho (you get the lesser ho, yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time)
Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time)
Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (blow time)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line
Got that shit in my system, don't think that I'm ever gon' shake it
Demons inside of me stressing me
Think I need therapy
Save me, I'm 'bout to go crazy (yeah)
I used to do 26 for the two and a split
Makin' niggas go half on a baby
Three baby mamas, these bitches can't keep me
I told 'em that coca forever my lady (forever my lady, yeah)
Every day, I fuck a new bitch
Got the loyal rap, R&B hoes
I just fucked the Channel 7 news bitch
Got a white bitch selling white shit
Getting cougar pussy on a cruise ship (yeah)
Holdin' hands, nah, we ain't cool, bitch
TMZ'll put me on the news clip
Whippin' hard and spalshin' with the water
I'ma transporter, took a few trips
Nigga, I don't pillow talk around the ho
She got loose pussy, she got loose lips
I've been whippin' hard and splashin' with the water
I'ma transporter, took a few trips
Nigga I don't pillow talk around the ho
Will put you on the Channel 7 news, bitch
Yeah, yeah, bang
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time)
Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt, skrrt)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line (yeah)
Got so much ice in the face when I look at my watch, man, it's war time (war time)
Got so much pimp in my blood, I ain't never gon' be on a ho time (nah)
Cookin' dope with the AP wrist rocky, it's blow time (blow time)
Jackers got 'em for the package, he fumbled that brick at the goal line
Bitch, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah
Shut the fuck up, bitch