Lyrical Breakdown of What It B Like - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "What It B Like" 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 "What It B Like" 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 take it how you wanna take it homie Yea you hear the record spinnin' So you know I'm gettin' money Got a spot, can't another nigga come and take it from me Now you wanna sideline, fucked up, lookin' funny And I'm flossin' in the 68' oldsmols Subtract another booty, blowin' fruity with yo' hoes You wanna be like me but you making that no flow I got some dealers that'll hit you up for that rose gold I'm fresh up outta Indiana nigga Gary Got my ticket with this rappin' through Gary up on my back I'm in business with them nigga that keep a clip in the gat Knees on the lac Catch you in the kitchen whippin the crack Im a come up on some swishas and twist up anotha sack Got your girl leavin wit her, she wonderin' where she at What she said up in the Jag, if she let a nigga stab But if not I put that bitch in the cab I'll see ya later babe All my thug ass nigga, what it be like All my down ass hoes, what it be like No I don't fuck around ho, what it be like You know I bust down ho, what it be like All my East coast nigga, what it be like All my West coast nigga, what it be like All my dirty South nigga, what it be like All my Midwest nigga, what it be like Say nigga what it be like Wanna go to war with me you better get your G's right I'm a bout to show 'em what these G.I. Broad day to midnight Better keep your heat tight 2: 11 1-8-7 semi-automatic weapon Make a nigga get to steppin' I don't care what set he reppin' Bustin' in my own discretion Bout to teach that ass a lesson I be getting threatened by these lame brain niggas But I never sweat 'em Real niggas show me love in the hood I ain't never got problems cause I got plugs in the hood You might see me politickin' with them thugs in the hood That's the type of shit I does in the hood Middle-finger to you bitch ass niggas Y'all can keep on hatin' and thinkin' we gettin dough They rush the front row Throw they sets in the air Let a mothafucka know Vice Lord Nigga, what it be like G.D. Nigga, what it be like Black Stone Nigga, what it be like All my Renegade nigga, what it be like Latin King Nigga, what it be like All my Crip gang nigga, what it C like All my Blood gang nigga, what it B like We all the same gang nigga, what it be like