Lyrical Breakdown of Check - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Affiliates, nigga Pay attention, bitch I mean, last time I checked, I was doing my motherfucking job What are you doing? Y'all niggas is funny, man Hey, Gucci Holiday season It's been brought to my attention I got a few new haters That shit like a plush flu party, baby That line's wrapped around the motherfucking building Hey, man, I'll get back at you when I get back from Paris Holiday season Yeah All right Nah, nah, nah, nah, Africa But then I gotta talk to Sticks and we Gotta go to motherfucking Jamaica, right? Okay, okay Yeah, yeah I'll get back at y'all later Appreciate you Holla at a scout Last time I checked, last time that's that Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap Every time I wake, every breath I take Every time I walk, I got that sack Yeah, yeah, I got that check Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck Yeah, I used to push that pack Last time I checked, the snakes had my back So I'm- Holiday season This record, I ain't heard thing yet But like Atlanta Falcons, I drop bird shit Niggas mad 'cause they ain't got on yet You're 35 years old, boy, don't, don't rep Teenage year old boy sold that scrape But ain't got the funds to fund your mixtape I'm a product of the six, nigga, I'm that shit So Icey real estate, boy, your section eight First time, second time, third time, can't slide Chop, chop, chop, chop, bye, bye, bye, bye I'm Sun Valley shorty, homie, you're not I But if you're on the east side, must be two sides Got a $90,000 wall through the bay Long wing young shorty checking pot pie I got a $90,000 wall through the bay And my fluff a living young chicken pot pie Holiday season Last time I checked, last time that's that Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap Every time I wake, every breath I take Every time I walk, I got that sack Yeah, yeah, I got that check Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck Yeah, I used to push that pack Last time I checked, the snakes had my back It's Gucci My check, my check, so you pannow Big dogs don't rat, Mr 17 Stacks Young one tell tat that damn I'm fly U-S-D-C-T-F-B-I And for your F-Y-I, I'm so F-Y-E Spell it F-Y-E 'cause dro girl can't read Yeah And Gs don't wear pink Least what I think, I got that off-white mink And them off-white bricks and that light green kush And that red champagne in my green Rolls Royce I put on so you mad I put Gucci on Jay-Z, tell me where my finest fee? Louis, Louis, Gucci, Gucci, yeah, they biting me 2006 I hit a hit, a half a milli' 30 Bricks, I hit a lick, yeah, I'm stunting, you see Baby got pussy bang by that bitch, no rims It's Gucci Last time I checked, last time that's that Last time I checked, I got that scrap, scrap Every time I wake, every breath I take Every time I walk, I got that sack Yeah, yeah, I got that check Last time I checked, yeah, stacks on deck Yeah, I used to push that pack Last time I checked, the snakes had my back It's Gucci Shout out to my nigga Plug Man KD, what's happening, homie? My big brother Joe Pro, what up?