Lyrical Breakdown of Ohsh - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Ooh shit Ooh, yeah All-star big boy with the butter Doug Prishpeed Tryna snag a bag the size of Chris Christie We come through snappin' ya city's a wrap big Leslie We show up and show out like Eddie snappin' on Reggie Chill, but chill don't make me bust off your headpiece Strange, style is ass, ya fans is G-string Can't beat 'em then join 'em, your stance is weakling The bass fuck up your face and it ain't The Weeknd Fans beg him to leak the new heat like Trump staff, daft Deep in the bloodline like Bubba with shrimp Travelin' man that plans to go out with a Gump past Make your radio sign up for Tinder and swipe right 'Cause I'm the stereotype of niggas who run fast Got hate on your plate and loss in your lunchbag Your whole album need savin', my feature's a must-have Ya engineer be like Rock on the clock 'cause he dumps trash Whoever said that it ain't been done don't know I did it Been doin' it since nigga's fitted caps wasn't fitted All that and a sack of snacks with the sammiches Smoke it like Tatsu with the foot ninja vanishin' Big noggin, colorful paper my peoples is handlin' King of the rings, Sting with aluminum bats shit And if they claim they do what I'm doin', they batshit Like fuck you and every nigga you ever rapped with I got money on me, gettin' money somethin' reckless That's an investment Them vibe niggas no jive, now that's a collective All in all, even my flaws is impressive They call it complex, I call 'em ol' common bitches with collars on necks It's calling vs text, you heard the inflection, bredren, the message ain't mixed You know what I meant, I said what I meant, I meant it Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my dummies who front like they know ("shit") My wise heads still grindin' to grow ("shit") Oh shh—, oh ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my honeys with money that own ("shit") My blowed niggas, get money and grow ("shit") Oh I ain't got no fur coat, but I got a book bag full of Merlot I'm lyin, I ain't go no fuckin' Merlot I drink whiskey, but I do want a fur coat This shit is trippy What? Just in the bar, spittin' bars at the bar Go to the bathroom, take a shit, then I hop in a Uber car Too bizarre, you know who you are You should get hit by a moving car Your stupid broads make me too exhausted What's going on, are you retarded? I'm not retarded, is that your father? A tragic liar? Is that designer, is that a fire? Remember Mya? I'm awkward with chopsticks, I'm like Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my dummies who front like they know ("shit") My wise heads still grindin' to grow ("shit") Oh shh—, oh ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my honeys with money that own ("shit") My blowed niggas, get money and grow ("shit") Oh Shit, fuckin' right, flame on Phoenix crush ya whole groove Rae Dawn Get 86'd, radon First, gimme ya love, Barry, Faison It's the real Serenade swan song Facepalm Scheherazade, but I killed the king on day one Heritage, part Asian Smackin' merit badges off ya body with a baseball bat, stay strong Niggas act like I'm elusive and Medusa Clueless as they never knew there was a man with Luther, stupid Avon like slayage from door to door But they ignore for more dumb shit, the gall Charles de Gaulle to y'all's bar, biatch Large halls, small spaces like Fiats Your balls and malt balls, same scale My guffaws at your barrage of all-star false grails Loud and obnoxious, like there's noxious gases in the air, Collins I'm Indiana on columns cares, don't got 'em Shit, what for nada Nothing's a problem, 'less your face is not in gutter you're trash Shit! Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my dummies who front like they know ("shit") My wise heads still grindin' to grow ("shit") Oh shh—, oh ("shit") Oh, ("shit") Oh, ("shit") It's for my honeys with money that own ("shit") My blowed niggas, get money and grow ("Oooh, shit!") "Hahahaha" "Everything's fine" "Doctor?" "Everything's fine" "Doctor? Doctor?"