Lyrical Breakdown of Cock It - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juvenile weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cock It" 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 Juvenile 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 Juvenile's narrative.

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Uh huh, uh huh Mic check, one, two It's Juvenile comin' through Uh uh, c'mon, c'mon Who the man? If I ain't it, nigga can't claim it I can take a small name and make it famous I reason with no one homie, I got fa sho cliental I'm a X L out here in the streets or lyin' in jail I'm quick tempered, please limit ya words I will send you in a hurry down south with the splurge It's kind of hard to understand me 'cause I speak with a slur But my guns speak a language all the people done heard Streets sense gon' keep me in it for a minute You fuckin' with a General, salute me Lieutenant I'm not too particular with lies I look 'em in their eyes, say a pray before you die This ain't about me, this is 'bout somethin' that's spoke You know runnin' with a nigga while you cuttin' his throat Oh you loose lip bitches get hung from a rope, you know Bagged up and throwed off the side of a boat, oh! Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that, out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? Keep on makin' ya laws, I'm a keep breakin' them I can move a package in any city I'm stationed in If ya son touchin' my shit, you better pray for him Bust his head and catch me a flight to where the hatred's been I ain't the only solider they got a lot of these All of these children make me know who dropped a lot of seeds I smoke till my eyes shut, stay strapped So if you think about sneakin', you better wise up Hit you with the traqualizer, let it fill ya head Paralyze you, have ya screamin', "I can't feel my legs" Regardless of what a nigga or a bitch done said The shell around ya get puked like eggs I'm from the M A G N O L I A My bitches gonna listen to what the hell I say You niggas gonna respect it or get out my way Or the Coroner's gonna happen to ya all time sake Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? You old niggas on ya last limb Move over, let some niggas who really want it come cash in Suppose to get killed for cock blockin' in cells Solider bet you can't get no chronic up in hell Fresh off the porch where the stash spot I'm hungry tryna get the same respect that my dad got Got the chopper, cut the weight, nice in the trash box Nigga be on paper, so himmed up from the bad cops How the hoes be actin', hopin' for child support I need to snatch me a coat and endorse it with dope I ain't even gotta speak on it I put my G on it Niggas gon' let us get that whenever we want it Beef is beef whenever the shit occurs If it's real, it's gon' resolve into metal for sure But hit the right one, he ain't respectin' my bad My only satisfaction will be poppin' your ass Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup? Cock it, take berrata then pop it Give me that out ya pocket 'cause the best can't stop it East coast whassup? Down south whassup? West coast whassup? Mid West whassup?