Lyrical Breakdown of Supplier Man - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Supplier Man" 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 "Supplier Man" 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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Niggas. Full speed, Top Dawg Entertainment, DJ Dave The "Supplier Man," Jay Rock. California, Watts up niggas Top Dawg Entertainment, motherfuckers Comin' at you niggas with the breaks off; can't stop him Jay Rock. Watt's finest. Got my nigga, [?], let's go Yeah, uh huh Top Dawg! Yeah, niggas. Yeah, we back, so what you gon' do now? Listen I'm ya supplier man, I'm ya supplier man I got that fire, I promise I'll get you higher, come and holla, and- When you spark it up, it's gon' put you out And if you try to play me, I'mma put you out Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, man Nick bags, dime bags, dub bags, gone fast, quick cash I'm the supplier, get you higher fast Five-O patting us down now, we gotta stash stacks My caine you can't match that Multiple rocks up in my knapsack Beam on my black gat You see me on the corner, don't be scared to ask that Don't be surprised when I ask you where my cash at Them girls wearing them jeans that show they buttcrack My bitch can't wear that, why? That's where my straps at I put the smash down, on any who dare rat (snitches) I catch you with the cheques you headed for a down trap Fiends remember my name And I keep it the same From January to December I give you a caine So just light up your thang Please bring me your bullets I'm the supplier man [?] all in my drugs I'm ya supplier man, I'm ya supplier man I got that fire, I promise I'll get you higher, come and holla, and- When you spark it up, it's gon' put you out And if you try to play me, I'mma put you out They call me J.R., but I ain't the Birdman Junior Rollin' up spliffs 'bout as long as a ruler I'm so sharp like a harpoon Shirt animated somethin' like a cartoon (Listen) I got that water resin silver spoon Here to hang your neck and hearin' different tunes That's what that sherm'll do Settin' up shop like a carnival Got more bombs than the army, fool That plenty arsonal We got that snow in that sunny state We be chopping rocks for so long, 'til our hands ache We got connects in another state You sniff lines? Here's another plate Just have your fun today When you grind hard, watch dreams come true If you ever try to play me, hit you with that semi baby Have you in a box like two pairs of shoes With no chest, shouldn't have played yourself I'm ya supplier man, I'm ya supplier man I got that fire, I promise I'll get you higher, come and holla, and- When you spark it up, it's gon' put you out And if you try to play me, I'mma put you out Yes, I'm Cadillac pimpin' Cooking coke in the kitchen That judge still want me to stop, I won't listen Hoes still hot on the block, I'm still pitchin' White gold all on the watch, cause I'm pimpin' Something you seen in magazines, so clean I live my sex life shelltoes, please no cream Boys keep it calm you know my cup full of lean I play that game by myself, I don't need no team Yeah I know I'm cocky, enemies wanna drop me B-O goin' straight to the top, you can't stop me Plus I put the pipe in your neck, you can't knock me Hustle everyday in the streets, 'till cops pop me See you all running when I'm pulling that TEC out Say you want beef, well I'll show you what Bo's 'bout I'm from these streets, so I'll travel the next route The homies out deep, and they sticking they chests out I'm ya supplier man, I'm ya supplier man I got that fire, I promise I'll get you higher, come and holla, and- When you spark it up, it's gon' put you out And if you try to play me, I'mma put you out