Lyrical Breakdown of Spyder - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Tell them pussy niggas hold up Nothin' but the best count money while I roll up Screamin' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah Pussy niggas hating nigga so what Meanwhile I'm in the spot niggas doing donuts Screaming' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah Call me Jeezy Young Got It cause? Saying that they real when them niggas really fraud Bitch I came from the bottom that's right under the basement Then leave it in the pot til it's hotter than some pavement Fuck these niggas talking' I've been balling for a century Niggas think a quarter key's a scales when they mention me Three point five damn right I had to grind it out Graveyards and penitentiaries I told them sign me up Pops didn't wear no rubber I was made for this shit (raw) In the kitchen workin' like a straight slave for this shit Put some liquor in my feet I just paid for this shit See the time piece flava flav in this bitch, my lord Tell them pussy niggas hold up Nothin' but the best count money while I roll up Screamin' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah Pussy niggas hating nigga so what Meanwhile I'm in the spot niggas doing donuts Screaming' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah Math my boy I'm bout arithmetics Now go get your bitch and get the fuck off my dick You can be a lot of things but you'll never be this Rest to Steve Wonder bitch you'll never see this I went hard on them suckers I said all of them cuckers Niggas switched up sides I don't fuck with none of them busters Tried to fuck up my groove when I was already grooving Them bitches can't stop a train that's when I'm already moving Look I got a confession I just bought a new forty Hanging out with the big ones so we gone call this shit shorty One thing about shorty we be up in the club And if she feel that you hate me well she gone show you some love What I have to lose I ain't never had shit Two hundred fifty one grams in this plastic Now it's Avion and champaigne nigga on my rider When I'm in my city you might see me in that Spyder Tell them pussy niggas hold up Nothin' but the best count money while I roll up Screamin' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah Pussy niggas hating nigga so what Meanwhile I'm in the spot niggas doing donuts Screaming' ball hard go bigger Yeah ball hard go bigger yeah