Lyrical Breakdown of PRESS THE BUTTON - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PRESS THE BUTTON" 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 "PRESS THE BUTTON" 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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Ski Plutoski Are you comin'? Two-thousand on some Ricks, I just stepped on a nigga, bitch (what else?) I just a hit a whole 'nother new lick (what else?) I just fucked up another check (ay, say gang) I step out and my shit hit, I got a nigga license on my neck (comin' like that) Diamonds in different color, Tony Carter (real shit) Came from the gutter, slime with my brother (yeah) I'm back on the road with the things (brr, brr), I'm back in the cut with the gang (skrrt) I spend me some dollar on my chain (go) You're pushin' this shit or you slang? (Let's represent) Get equipped to the gang, it's dangerous (I feel you) Different breed, never not the same (how you're feelin'?) You been holdin' me down, it's drainin' (a real one) Every day, I take it up another notch (real) I'm in the studio maintainin' (one thou') Go outside your head with a bang (one thou') Gon' be bloodshed 'bout the things we believe in, goin' gas chamber (whoa) Ain't no choppin' it up with a goof (what's happenin'?) Niggas runnin' you down out the roof (I got it) Had to constantly get in the booth (push out) Keep these words, ain't nothin' but the truth (keep it quiet) They're done, already tried deceivin' me (slide) But these bitches ain't leavin' me (sweat 'em) Did what it needed to be (say) Cut a ho off, I did it immediately (that's pimp shit) Ain't no defeatin' me Take all these bitches 'cause ain't no defeatin' me (that's pimp shit) New fettuccine, just bought her some more, new Lamborghinis You must forgot the 56 Nights flow, this is better, this some Geico Big four-magger, big toe tagger Pluto Mick Jagger You must've forgot who had her before you had her, Pluto had her There's no need to go through the data, my new bitch is badder (I've seen this shit) Before you go public, tell a nigga, "Take out the budget" A cup of that muddy, I'm back on that muddy I'm back on that dirty (back on that good shit) Bitch, you could've never loved me 'Bout to make you feel the wrath (what?) Stack it up taller than giraffe (yeah), grr, grr, ski Make it do what it supposed to do, just put the adlibs on it (grr, grr, ski) Spent a 50 on a crib, I got another big year comin' (freebandz) Crank it up, and I switch gears on it (where you goin'?) Hustlin' like I was back on the Front Street Do this shit in a whole 'nother country I'm the nigga to get back on it, pour up the lean before I even drop the tape Supposed to be intoxicated, I feel like I supposed to be intoxicated (let's go) How it feels just to stack up a hun-dun (what?) Sippin', havin' my way with the munyun (what up?) I got at it and went on a run-run (what you doin'?) Another month, I be up on two hun-dun (ski) Fuck all these hoes, I'm sinnin' (yeah) Go tell that lil' rat who winnin' (who win) Niggas know they can't come to the trenches (what's up?) Niggas still know I'm runnin this shit (ay, gang) I press a button, it's a backdoor (what else?) I press a button, niggas cuttin' throats (what else?) I press a button, hella gunsmoke (brr, brr, ski) I came in the game with a goat on my back, ain't no fallin' off (what you say?) Got kingpins, they be countin' on me just to keep it raw These lil' hitters, they all depend on me 'cause they still can call Let's see what I come from grindin', went international (global) I press a button, it's a backdoor (what up?) I press a button, niggas cuttin' throats I press a button, hella gunsmoke (brr, brr) I press a button, it's a backdoor (what up?) I press a button, niggas cuttin' throats I press a button, hella gunsmoke (brr, brr, ski)