Lyrical Breakdown of Itchin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Itchin" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Itchin" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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Ay, my mama said "fuck it, nigga, hit the streets and live" Got some crack in the corner and I did what I did The neighbors, they don't like me, I got J's at the door Told my grandma I don't need a bed, I'm sleeping on the floor Got my tool and my blow, them my two main hoes Me and all my woes stick together like the Zoes Sak Pase, who got the Yay for the lows? And I keep birds with me like I'm straight out Hollygrove My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper I'm ridin' around the city and I got a calculator I'm a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting paper, ay My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper I'm ridin' around the city and I got my calculator I'm a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting paper, ay I'm a dog, and I eat that dog food I'm a G, I put red on all my shoe (Yeah) Come and see, my la familia got Peru (Salute) And I plea, not guilty until proved (Yeah) Got more birds than a zoo (Yeah) Got chickens in the coup (Brrr) Got shottas that'll shoot, and I stay on DJ Screw (Straight up) When you drop it, it coming back like DJ Clue (Comeback) I make a profit, I can go and buy a school (Voila) I'm a A1 nigga, can't lose (Yeah) Free Band Gang put you on the news (Ayy) Then hit Blue Flames, shoot pool (Splurge) Put 20 in my trues (What that?) That's 20,000, fool (Hey) I put a play together like Peyton Manning do (That right) I'm rapping dope to you (Future) My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper I'm ridin' around the city and I got a calculator I'm a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting paper, ay My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper My fingers, they itchin', they itchin' for that paper I'm ridin' around the city and I got my calculator I'm a mothafuckin' monster when it come to getting paper, ay