Lyrical Breakdown of Steppa Pig - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Steppa Pig" 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 "Steppa Pig" 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.
• 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's narrative.

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Check Uncut with the topside (style) My brain fried, don't do drugs Had two plugs 'cause one just died (style) I'm up late, no talk show Fiends pop, who got blow? (Everything about JPEGs, I like) Socks with a hole, had a bankroll Shop never close even when it's slow Ain't no way, y'all niggas never did shit for me (shit for me) Came up off that stock, had the recipe (the recipe) Now I do this for my legacy (my legacy) Cop four for my dawg, gave me an extra three You ain't never seen no pain 'til you lost everything Make you wanna crash out and say fuck everything (uh-uh) But I stuck to it like fly traps, no pockets swole, no ice packs I ask your bitch, "Do you like that?" (Do you like that?) My young niggas step for me, like Cole, Tommy, and Pam (get to steppin') You don't know shit about me, nigga, who is yo' man? Brown, got a one extra like the BBC White girls all on me for the- Love (love), my nigga roll it up They career like Whitney in the bathtub, sad as fuck (style) I be on my lonely, worry 'bout no gossip Niggas pocket watchin', all look in my wallet Just keep it on the hush, hush You ain't tough, ain't like us Just be yourself 'fore you need help Uh, back in this bitch with the dope, she backin' it up for a gram Baby, I cannot do nothin' with hope, I'ma try molly and Xans They tried to get me to ghost, boy, you ain't Kai, one twitch and you banned Ninety degrees a coat, ho, and I ain't showin' my hands Uh, I make it harder to breath My Kimber like my emotions, I keep 'em both up my sleeve I need more time to myself, I don't need advice, I just need to be Back in this bitch, what's the issue? You bitches ain't barkin' when you off the leash, fuck 'em Uh, they don't got nothin' for me It's like I been workin' for crumbs, now I'm feelin' free as my speech (big steppin') Colin Kaep', I'm a free agent, cap the salary, free up my team Y'all rap like replacements, they can't find a replacement for me When I stalk your page and I see you livin' life respectfully And I tell myself, "You ain't know her worth," and I draft apologies, fuck Uh, check it out, man, look (big steppin') Uh, these niggas act like I owe them These niggas be dickridin' for grown-ass men that don't even know them They don't even come outside, don't even see mans late night like Conan They off of that two 2chan high, incels just can't let it go like Frozen Bet if I let off these shots, no games, you finna just dance like Gotenks White people love makin' excuses and bitchin', I guess it's what culture is for them You know that this shit don't stop Black men that hate me usually tokens, broke as hell And just mad people love me for me While they put on a front and still nobody knows them Don't like when I talk like this (nah) 'Cause they know that this shit is for them These crackers love talkin' 'bout me and actin' like it's my job to ignore them Bitch, please (please) Still rich, still pretty, still tourin' Still lit, still gritty, I'm borin' I don't fuck with you niggas like Hogan Trigger finger just be glitchin', it's programmed I ain't takin' disrespect from no man Niggas rap 'bout guns, don't own 'em Y'all sippin' liquor, you can't even hold- I'm takin' shots every day like DeRozan (yee, yee, molly water)