Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Real Sisters" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Real Sisters" 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 undefined 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 undefined's narrative.
This lyrical analysis of "Real Sisters" not only celebrates undefined's artistic prowess but also serves as an educational tool for aspiring songwriters. If this analysis inspires you and you'd like to see your own songs analyzed in this way, join the Lazyjot community. Register at Lazyjot and start exploring the full potential of your lyrical creativity. Turn your thoughts into rhymes and your rhymes into songs with Lazyjot!
This that new wave
Future Hendrix
Say you getting throwed
I'm tryna pour up with you
Oh, that's your best friend?
I'm tryna fuck her with you
First met the bitch, they said they real sisters
I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters
Whipping up a key, tryna dodge prison
Trapping in the street, in some Margiela's
Players turn to fiends with that Godzilla
Sell that heroin in the trap, I'm a dog, nigga
Black Amigo Gang, got them bales on us
Way before the fame, I had a bale on me
20, 000 off a juug, ain't got a scale on me
Real shooters, they'll sit in jail for me
Kill the judge, nigga, before they tell on me
And fuck the plug, nigga, I'm tryna take something
Finesse'd 'em out that cash, say he raped something
I'm in Lil' Mexico, we 'bout to take something
Say you getting throwed
I'm tryna pour up with you
Oh, that's your best friend?
I'm tryna fuck her with you
First met the bitch, they said they real sisters
I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters
Hublot on a nigga, so she down for me
Standing on the stage with them rounds on me
I sell a lot of chickens and I'm innocent
I'm riding with that white, dodging penitentiary
Middle fingers always to the popo
I done fell in love with the Lambo
I been taking Molly, rockin' Tommy
Tom Ford, nigga, walking like a zombie
Standing in the trenches screaming, "murder!"
You need to take that nigga off and try to serve 'em
She got Chanel dripping off her, I'm 'bout to murk her
And I can tell the way she talk, that bitch thirsty
Say you getting throwed
I'm tryna pour up with you
Oh, that's your best friend?
I'm tryna fuck her with you
First met the bitch, they said they real sisters
I don't give a fuck if they was real sisters
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Serving packs of chickens in a Dodge Hemi
Fuck around with me, you tryna dodge bullets
Fuck around with me, I fuck twin sisters
End