Lyrical Breakdown of Freestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Freestyle" 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 "Freestyle" 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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Pay attention, shawty East side, I know you're still with me I got you on my back I ain't goin' nowhere That's how it is in entertainment Ozone 6, stand up, let's go! I keep kush like a Californian That loud pack stankin' like a bag a funyuns That loud pack will have a nigga missin' money That strong purp, I guess the steroids the money Traps move coke, Starbucks move coffee I'm So Icey CEO so bitch get off me My girlfriend bossy but I'm her boss man You working for the government like Mike Vick cousin Juggalin, juggin', jabbin' and joggin' We keep that white girl I'm talkin' Dolly Parton X pills, Xanax, and Oxycontin Lambos, Mazis, and Aston Martins You steppin' on my ma's reds, beg ya pardon? Ya didn't say sorry, bitch, what's the problem? So Icey jack boys want to rob him But how a jack boy gonna rob the robber? I got more protege's than a lot of Mazdas The So Icey boys better call the coppas Choppas, helicopters and partners Good weed, caviar, crab and lobster I seen this bitch, I told my dog to watch her So thick I told my dog to sick her X pills, iring, kush and liquor They told van turn this thing up a little I'm goin' I done stepped it up a little It's snowin' So Icey make it rain ya drizzle I'm focused Ain't one of these average niggas The alligator, croc, gator chinchilla Shawty on the radio but I don't feel 'em But if he say my name then he might fall a victim So robbers in the club Why's Gucci's wit 'em? 'Cause Gucci gives a fuck Gucci keep a pistol Now as the dope bubbles and the cocaine sizzles Shawty took a line, it gave her ass the shivers I gave her a skittle, now she got the giggles I gave her two more, now she sucked my pickle I'm with her now with a million pills If 12 hit this door, we gettin' a trillion years I drink Rozay, Cris' and beer Got a brick, got a brick in my ring and ear So Icey trap scholar, '08 the year My jewelry Lights up like L.A. Gear And if they pull this Hummer over, I'ma get the chair Stash spot brick tucked down in everywhere Ch-yea! So Icey Entertainment, baby Back at it Zaytoven on the track Gucci Mane on the track Yo, holla at your dawg This Philadelphia Freeway Holdin' it down with the affiliates Pay attention, nigga