Lyrical Breakdown of DOTS FREESTYLE REMIX - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA feat. Buzzy Lee & Abdu Ali weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "DOTS FREESTYLE REMIX" 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 JPEGMAFIA feat. Buzzy Lee & Abdu Ali 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 JPEGMAFIA feat. Buzzy Lee & Abdu Ali's narrative.

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Uh Stuff, stuff a' uh I stuff a Glock in my bitch pocket (Hey) Bitch' stop it' skinny nigga, big papi (Hey) I put the pedal to metal, we go Nicki Minaj (Huh) One deep' babe, you can't top it (Brrat) 5'9", with the stick' I look like Big Papi I keep a shotty, bottom bitches not harm me How could I not be? Everything you copy, huh (Bitch) I killed rock, now I'm sending bullets at you zombies You never haunt me (Hah), niggas tried to Vietnam me (Yeah) But I've been playing with pistols since you watching Toonami (Yeah) I'm not a rapper, I'm white trash in a mocha body (Oh) Ain't no career, I'm just hoping Madonna adopts me (Facts) I get it popping, fuck rock, bump pop (Brrat) I put the stock in, I'm scheming, I'm not plottin' (Hah) These niggas steppin' to me, end up Gianni Versace'd, nigga Say, say Do a feature for what? Bro, I been dyin' to kick it I'm too big for my britches I'm too rich for these bitches Rich in spirit, not in wealth, nigga Don't get it confused, you feel me? Again, do a feature for what? (Like, like, what the fuck for?) And you know that I'm afraid of everything Written like a ghost stuck behind the wind And you know that I'm a fool with the thing Written like a ghost in the wind Keep goin', baby Make me cry, nigga Like, make me fuckin' cry Make me fuckin' cry We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry We talkin' about this story, I'm 'bout to fuckin' cry