Lyrical Breakdown of General - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Check, anybody can see the kid got it I see niggas ignore it so I feel a way about it From rapping in that truck with bolts On and rolling blunts Bagging a couple bitches and fucking them all at once Friday night lights, I was catching and dropping punts Thinking about rapping, I could be J.I.D or like Chris Johnson My thumbs keep strumming kinda like the Mumford & Sons Mommy went dumb when she got that call I had got caught Kicked out of college for tongues, niggas be talking I wasn't even on camera, just hit the lick with some amateurs Glad we did that, now I'm flying to Los Angeles with a 8th in my pre-rolls Call that shit a tarantula Tarantino on your big screen ho Slave man, South East Coast, J.I.D or DiCap Leo Set it off, my big sis reminded me of Cleo And my brothers is killers you might see on Nat Geo' You gotta chill cause niggas can get they cap peeled I keep that 40 like I'm Pat Tillman They sent my nigga up the hill, yea they jack jill'd 'em And a million other black children Let's crack the seal, I'm spillin Alright I feel amazing, I can feel the haters, do something I ain't finna fade ya, I ain't got a taser, shoot something Niggas talking crazy, wipe the little baby, too funny Pull up on ya, had the crew coming, take a deuce on ya, hold up Looking for it in the night time I been looking for it all day Imma get it at the right time Watch em fuck with me the long way Watch a nigga at the bike whip Hit the buyer with the stone face Greenbriar with the whole case Bust it down and flood the whole state Bitches know when that work good Anna Mae eat the whole cake We ain't even gotta role play Had to get it out the bowl way Kill shit, OJ, No way Jose, Slo-Mo, OK I don't do this shit at your pace I ain't here to do it your way And I'm coming thru the ceiling, thru the floor, back and front door way You do not want war, I swear, I swore on your grave I been on my shit since like 6th, 5th, and 4th grade, wait Even before grades, going to my brother court dates And I asked my momma bout what he did but they'd never tell me Then I figured he killed a nigga or got caught for some dope he selling Kinda close but no cigarillo, he was armored up, that's a armadillo My pops did time in the military and he taught us how to disarm a nigga See the boys, you better warn a nigga but JID prolly got warrants, nigga Like North Carolina or South Carolina, got the hideout in like Florence nigga Swear your raps so boring, nigga Then you say you trap, you be lying nigga I don't fuck with none of y'all happy trappers Better go out and strap, people dying nigga, Lord Sorry we making all the noise But you ain't have to call the boys Some shit you just can't avoid Dumb shit, coolin with the squad