Lyrical Breakdown of Wax On - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wax On" 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 "Wax On" 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, yeah Yeah, yeah Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight I came way too damn far to stop now, uh I hit rock bottom, been on that ground, uh Always managed to go get back up, uh Forever on my own, uh, no backup Gotten less checks since I got the blue one So please tell me what the fuck that verifies Twitter feeds don't feed my daughter If I could sell that mothafucka, I would cash it in Cop a crib in Santa Cruz, never see my ass again Don't get it twisted, I still love it, though This past year, I seen more time on the road than at home Not complaining, it's alright, yeah, I signed up for this life Got my homies on the left, got my family on the right And they all tell you, same nigga, different zip code Ain't shit changed other than the fact I'm getting old Never been the type to do a fuckin' thing that I was told A lot of niggas try to make it here But most of them just fold (Yeah, yeah) Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait (Yeah, yeah) Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight (Yeah, yeah) (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) My stovetop, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Glass pop, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) It's sold out, yeah (Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah) Strippers on that stop, yeah Stove off, stove on, dope on my stovetop, yeah Percy Miller, ice cream, my glass pop, yeah Gang, gang, world tour, my shows been sold out, yeah I used to fuck strippers on that stop, yeah Freddie, you falling off Bitch, I invented this shit, they can't fuck with the Kane Shit just be popping off Straight out of Gary with niggas that'd kill you for fame Ripping this water off Crack in the back of the 'Lac, I'ma hit me stain They better call the law I can't go back to the jail, I'll go out in a blaze Out in a blaze, bitch, couple off of safe shit Feel these drugs kickin' in my system when the bass kick Used to cook the dope up on the hotplate in the basement Masked up while I'm whipping 'Cause the fumes was making my face itch The Perc' gon' make my face itch, wrist work Dope game hard, the rap game a breeze Freestyle, hit a lick, get my cheese Get a brick, make it flip like trapeze Think sweet with a bitch on her knees IG, fuckin' hoes off the feed Think sweet with a bitch on the beat (Yeah, yeah) Sweet with a bitch on the be Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight, yeah Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight, yeah Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait, yeah Ban up, clan up, ram them like a freight, yeah Wax on, wax off, stack up all your weight, yeah Hands up, man up, stand up for your fate, yeah Wax on, wax off, wax on, wax off, wait Ban up, clan up, ram them like a fade, yeah