Lyrical Breakdown of Open House - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that Flows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that If you want to know just how I feel Then fall back, boy, while I'm adjusting my steel I'm a semi short nigga but my game is tall I like money, clothes, cars just the same as y'all Been down in the dirt and it was hard to come up Had to grind like a motherfucker, sun down to sun up Me and my niggaz used to dream of this Now it's all on me, I do my thing with this Blast at you rapper cats, slash past your battle raps You're in the hospital, body cast after that One of the realest you could ever meet Get love in every hood, 'cause I rep the streets with clever speech You'll never reach my legendary status My presence is alarming, my chicks be the baddest So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that Flows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that Flows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that Y'all fools don't want it, word to my moms I can see it in your eyes that you scurred to be harmed And I don't give a damn if you came with your man or crew Still gon' have to dismantle you and hammer you Don't let me catch you after dark I'll snatch your heart when the desert E sparks I'm nice with a two, might fight with a fool Why I'm spazing, 'cause I don't be liking y'all fools And niggaz front, 'cause I could bag they broad I don't want they bitch, they could have their broad I'm on some businesses, a mansion, a yacht See, I'm a winner girl, that man ain't got what I got I work for the riches, baby, hurt from the stitches, baby Stay alert and go beserk just to get the gravy So nigga just close your mouth I close you down and take everything like open house Money, cars, clothes, give me all of that Flows, shows, hoes, I got all of that Sex, teks, checks, give me all of that Cribs, chicks, whips, I got all of that