Lyrical Breakdown of Upper Echelon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Upper Echelon" 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 "Upper Echelon" 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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Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon
(Straight up) Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!
Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic
Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish (Straight up)
She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands
Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here
Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year
Don't you come around me, ain't got the time B na' (Straight up)
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her
We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider
Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!
Aight Travi' lets get it
Hustle Gang nigga! You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet
You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest
A choppa no less than a tech
You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best
They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that
I just might pull up wherever you at
Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat
OK, hol' up, let me freeze up
These niggas must have caught amnesia
My face caught in these streets cuh
A1 credit, no Visa
Excuse me shawty don't get me started
If yo shit sick, my shit retarded
Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I
Get wrong get shot then leave 'em in the forest, gone
Wait til the end of the Earth
Just to get my check and bear get hurt
First thing first, this what I do
I'm a king motherfucker who the hell are you?
Jet suckas off top, I bet I do
Hustle gang in it bitch, you better lay down fool
We creme de la creme fuck them fuck niggas
Top shelf upper echelon can't fuck with us
Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn!
2 Chainz! Uh, pull up in the rari, my ho beside me
It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, ho I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court
Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes
On the plane with your (Bitch in a carry on!)
I do it for my city, then I fly away
I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today
I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses
Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses
Pull out that seven, MAC eleven
Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven
Pull out the seven, pull out the ride (Roll out)
We so high, upper echelon (Straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon damn! (La Flame straight up)