Lyrical Breakdown of Willie Lloyd - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Willie Lloyd" 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 "Willie Lloyd" 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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Can't tell me a motherfuckin' thing, bruh Yeah, straight from hood like Yeah, hammer dance on the devil's house Yeah, show them niggas Told them niggas, I'ma show them niggas, what up Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at Yeah, told them niggas and I show them niggas, where at Ugh, yeah Straight out the sewer like Das EFX Which one you fuck niggas want it next? In my dreams, I see faces of death I'ma pray for you hoes, get your Rosary, cross your chest Young Soprano can't fade me like Thanos I just shipped a whole damn piano up out the west Hit Chicago, might fuck around ball out like Ralo And go put 500 thangs on the jet I just picked up 500 thangs on the strip Nigga rap with a hundred pack in the Lyft OG niggas, they told me that they still be movin' That they had the hook-up since '96 Black Tony told 'em Chichi get the yay' Line of scrimmage, Peyton Manning, switch the play Pour the holy water all up in the Jesus piece Wash a real nigga's sins away Yeah, took it from the devil's mouth I hammer dance on the roof of the devil's house Chop a dime bag or drum with the metal out Percocet, weed and codeine brought the devil out Brought dope in momma house, let the devil in Dropped a zip, took a loss, ain't gon' never win I'm so sick of these fuckin' rap groupies I need to go find some good pussy to settle in Hit my plug with the strap Pussy boy wanna jack up the pack, and a nigga can't settle for it I just hit up the jack All he do is smoke wet on the steps and a nigga might wet 'em for it Six figures, most niggas never saw it Almighty dollar, nigga can't ignore it Light, gas bill, nigga can't afford it Put him on that wet and nigga wet 'em for it Yeah Fin ball rollin', catch me chuckin' up the vatos locos Bitch, I run the deck like Willie Lloyd A nigga got the fans and the feds takin' photos Know it's A-1 yola, when you see the logo Made a half a milli off a Motorola Percy Miller with the baking soda Silkk the Shocker rock, I got C-Murder motives I'm a giant, niggas standin' on my shoulders Gave them niggas game, now they throwin' shade I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Finna load the heatseekers in the gauge Drugs loaded in me when I hit the stage And the Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Nigga what I know Folks, Crips, Bloods, Renegades Got respect drippin' from a nigga name Nigga what, yeah Yeah, Big Lord Bunny Rabbit nigga Bout to chef a package then it's automatic Nigga what