Lyrical Breakdown of Los Awesome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Los Awesome" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jay Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Los Awesome" 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 Jay Rock 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 Jay Rock's narrative.
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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Cool with you, cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg
4th by my 3rd leg, plead the 5th
No Ls, no whips, backyard full of Crips
Barbecues and county blues, this Hoover gangster be the shit
It ain't much up on our list, shoot the killer and hit the licks
Get EBT up out the bitch, gangbanging, fuck a clique
Yup, I'm looking for a scrap
See, my Cripping done spread around the world
Put his top below his bottom, it's the reaper
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Don't make me put a lean to a nigga spleen
Shells through a nigga, pariiing, Peedi Crack, riiing
Stop a dream in its tracks beam down
Little boy now, dream little boy, dream
Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body
A$AP Rocky, want it I can get it
Onion in my pocket like the booty on a midget
Diamond on my rollie, teach a nigga how to fridge it
Looking at the times, they been winning for a minute
See my neck, co-defendant, what's the problem?
Seen the souls long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
Looking like the reaper in your driveway
Strays through your living room
Liable to drive-by on a summer day
July 4th will be in June
Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
The sound of the drum that Crips and Bloods know
Bla-tay bla-tay bla-tay bla bum
The sound that the drums sing
I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you
Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Hot degrees, anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you
Chilling cool-cool with you
Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you
Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the Cripping
Blue on campus know it happened
Tell me more about it in the gutter
Where it started with the Cripping
Then the Bloods done got it brackin'
(Suwoo!) I'm just a Eastside nigga
William Nickerson, show you what it be like, nigga
Lit 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga
Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga
Handle bars of a Schwinn, guns blow like dusty winds
Spend a band, push his wig back when that revolver spins
Toe tag 'em, false flagging like it's all good
Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods, where you from?
We never heard of ya, walking with the murderers
Niggas that'll murder ya, steal you like a burglar
Seemed the soul was long gone before I got them
He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper
Ain't no worries, darling
'Cause we're going to Spain, catch a plane to Tibet, darling
Can I show you this world, baby?
Ain't no rules to this life, darling