Lyrical Breakdown of Product - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Product" 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 "Product" 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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[Intro/Chorus: repeat 2X] Eight, for them O's and a dollar for them balls Eight throwin stove and some water in a pot Wait until it's cold then watch it harden on the spot Straight out the do' and put that product on the block, nigga [Verse 1] I'm fin' to bounce back, up out this 20 flat We got cook up, we got powder, nigga you want that? I got a fish scale, I burn that white back Don't need a glass man, I bring that blast back Niggaz cain't wait 'til I hit the hood and cook it If you wanna learn fuck nigga start lookin I knock 'em out solid, shot in a circle Sell a quarter brick then I cop a ounce of purple Then the O's for. [Chorus] [Verse 2] We got eight for the O's and a dollar for them balls Soon as I finish my ball might hit the mall Got stacks on deck and they ten feet tall (Oh you moochin ass niggaz?) Man y'all money too small Pyrex check, baking soda check Then you put that fish scale in that water next Twelve by twelves, nigga hit your front steps Serve e'ry fuckin fiend 'til there's nothin left [Chorus] [Gucci Mane] I charge eight for the O's, seventeen for a thirty-six Nine for a half, fifty-five for a quarter brick Traphouse, crackhouse, slab a jacker back out Nigga want some beef then I have to bring the Mack out Drug deals; eight dollars for the X pill Put a big bullet hole where you chest is Never broke but I hope that the boat with the dope Don't sink just float as I sell plenty coke [Chorus]