Lyrical Breakdown of Ambassel - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ambassel" 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 "Ambassel" 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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Christo Uh, look, I played the game, I missed the shot I had the answer, then forgot I knew one day my shit would pop Finesse phenomenomenon Flex an awful lot and cut the check Man, I monopolize the set But I been out and takin' hits like I can die like any sec Born in the day, the dawn of the dead I don't see nothing but red They gather the blankets, the milk, and the bread I come from the east and I'm traveling west Got a machete, I chop and I chop At the neck of the serpent, determine the plot and the threats It ain't no stopping the run Poppin', son of God droppin' anybody who next I want a mansion, I want a million advances, I'm gonna stay in Atlanta Most of 'em move to LA And throw all of they money away and move back with they parents I see the canvas I got the brush in my hand, the colors are mixing again Grabbing a stick with my hand I drop my guts, the world is us, so what? Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What? Yeah Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Do what I do and I say what I want, woah Yeah, mama, your kid in a magazine, kid in a magazine I had a stack in my jacket at Grammy week, see the audacity I was a bad kid, bad city, you see the duality Who tryna battle me, huh? Hitters is after me, cannot be that many, who wanna rough me up? Fatality, really it's up, it's stuck Undoubtably, baby gon' touch the bucks My salary double your baby daddy, maybe triple, I'm trouble I get the tackle and the pick and I hustle I had to have it, had to get in the huddle In the gravel and rubble Got me a sack and I'm tryna be subtle We just actin' like a dog with a muzzle See the back-up, put him back in a puddle We attackin', better stand back and watch and run Shotgun come with the option Send big blitz, nobody blockin' Big win, that's a ring and a watch Strong end when he come in the slot Tryna bend the corner, your limbs gettin' That's your partner, then your twin gettin' All you wanna do is talk, I don't even talk Thought I heard somebody talkin' I could pull up with the Chewbacca, the— This, bangin' my chest and my head on the locker Feeling like Waka Flocka Flame, I put the opposition out the game I'm out the pocket, but I rock with the gang Animosity reside inside of me, so I'm like a product of power and pain Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut What? Yeah (okay) Who wanna touch? Who wanna rough me up? Nobody, my hitters ready to bust Kick in the door and I come out the cut, woah (okay, time out)