Lyrical Breakdown of I Smell Crack - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Smell Crack" 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 "I Smell Crack" 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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You niggas delusional trying to vote for Bernie Sanders. That nigga ain't gonna get shit done, he fucking crazy Uh, safe, safe, safe, safe, for the pimp Uh, vote for Peggy Vote for Peggy (I feel it in my gut) Yo, smell it I smell pussy, I smell crack (damn) I smell weed, yo, what's up with that? (damn) I see the feds (ooh), I got the drop Scope on his head, who called the cops? (damn) Young Peglord on the mic, never flop (never flop) You don't get the picture so you bitches gettin' cropped (skrr) Flea market, shawty, I've been setting up the shop (uh huh) The game got me noticed (what) Add ons kept me hot (choo) Young JPEG on the road to rebellion (SKEEE) You niggas better cuff your children (choo) How you gonna tell me about the keys and the trees? (how?) Guns registered and they voting Hilary (yeah) I smell pussy (okay), I smell crack (okay) I smell weed (damn), yo, what's up with that? (I don't know) I smell bacon (uh huh), who called the cops? (shit) I spilled liquor (yo), yo, who got the mop? (woah) Money don't die, only niggas do (only niggas do) Fix your fucking mouth 'fore I get at you (get at you) Send a cracker's soul, I'm so spiritual (send it, send it) Never going out like a jigaboo (yo) Ride downtown to a nigga house (what?) Ski mask on, pull a nigga out (chuh) I don't see your family out here I'ma help you find God out there (woop woop) Fuck with me, I fuck with you Pussy ass cracker, what you wanna do? (nigga) I'ma get you so comfortable (bitch) Fuck your life up like fuck like a huxtable (Cosby) Bitch, I'm Bill Cosby, bitch, I'm the man (hey) Bitch, I'm the king with this mic in my hand (yo) Young Peglord, rookie life with a vet flow Fuck Lupe, kill a coon with a dress code, uh I don't see none of these niggas (yuh) I don't see none of these niggas I just see bitches, I see the rip in your picture And spotted the bitch in your scripture, fucker (fucker) Uh, I smell crack or something like that Death Grips can't do that, bitch (It don't smell right u-)