Lyrical Breakdown of Post Verified Lifestyle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Post Verified Lifestyle" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I don't even gotta- Ford F-250, two of 'em With the WiFi and the nitrous booster You know how we do Fuck, ooh Fuck, fuck, fuck Fuck I'm feelin' like fuckin' you up (Fuck) I still got the sig in the truck (Yeah) I'm treatin' this bitch like a cuck, brrt, MAC, loadin' it up (Ya) Hit your neck, and your back, and your blunt Circle 'round and send you to the sun (Ah) I don't hide from you bums (No) I survived through the slums (Yeah) When you die, they'll adjust (Adjust) Fuck it, I'm breakin' you off (Uh, uh) Bitch, I came back with the Hi-Point 'cause I know that you soft (I know it, I know it, I know it) Never let 'em catch you slippin', kept my eyes wide like Kate Moss Peggy 18 Let's get it Boy, let's get it (Let's get it) You know what? Um You get put on the spot, and you're supposed to be talking about something But you don't know what to talk about (Damn) Like this very moment That's right, that's what's goin' on right now Huh? That's what's goin' on right now Yeah, um Don't worry about it, you'll be okay Hold on, nigga It's just something I grew up on (Yeah) We playin' with pencils for fun? We playin' with pencils for fun Mama said, "Don't rely on no gun" That's why I'm fadin' you bums (Bah) Label say that I'm fatal to fund When I die, want all my enemies to take a sigh and say, "R.I.P." And everyone that I don't fuck with, all of a sudden started fuckin' with me Incredible, took an edible and throw my keyboard muttered to me (Ha) Oh, you think you up and coming, G? Nah, up and comers really think they me Bitch, I'm Beanie Sigel, mixed with Beatles with a dash of DOOM at 98 degrees So fuck a PO, I won't take a plea I'm bungie jumpin' to my destiny Post verified, 'cause these niggas really think a handle could handle me It's the young, black Ali G (Pa) Fallin' off before I catch a fee Hit the Mueller, let me down with ease, baby How you wanna turn me on? How you wanna turn me on? I can never be alarmed It's all Your parameters have been set, and shit Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn-damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn-damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn-damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn-damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn-damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy Damn, Peggy