Lyrical Breakdown of THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "THE GHOST OF RANKING DREAD!" 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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Once you start training and grinding, you gon' fuckin' go bitch Everything about JPEG's I like Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Put it down just like you miss me Know that Ain't nothing wrong with the two of us Know that Miss me Know that Uh, oh, I got sleek baby momma in the back seat The other sleek baby momma won't stop harrassin' me I can't keep up with these girls I just want quiet and peace There's more than dick in this world Bitch, take me outta the streets Gotta keep somethin', fuck every one of you I got the gun in a T (For real) She said I'm done with you, I had my fun with you Take me back to the streets Watch your tongue when you talk to this geek Choppa don't jam, it's like one of y'all beats Stay in the lab, get the fuck out the streets This is not what you want This is not where you at This not it I finesse and I jerk in that bitch Give it back, I ain't doing that shit Can't do shit on your own, don't you need the assist? Attack of the Clones when these niggas be spittin' Off-beat shit ain't gon' make you a livin' Teach you somethin' since you think that I'm kiddin' Woah, third-eye rappin' ass niggas NOI flows, report for an image Woah, called up the minister, something just ain't addin' up But lions and leopards they meant to be jiggy Tower and Hill, they say meant to be pretty Niggas named after baking soda, But he never touched no fuckin' coke and you see She's so thick, hit that bitch with a fast ball, she fuck for an image Heard your tape but I didn't get a mention Last year bitch, I be the sentence That's why these hoes just want the attention Stop talking I see you blur your face for the 'Gram I blur your face, forensics With the star bitch, I'm Jimi Hendrix With this here, I'm Eddie, wait, Kendricks, man These thoughts since I be rappin'