Lyrical Breakdown of squabble up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "squabble up" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "squabble up" 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 Kendrick Lamar 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 Kendrick Lamar's narrative.
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God knows
I am reincarnated
I was stargazin'
Life goes on, I need all my babies (gyah, gyah)
Woke up lookin' for the broccoli
High-key, keep a horn on me, that Kamasi
IP, ownership, the blueprint is by me
Mr. Get Off, I get off at my feet
(When I hear music, it makes me dance)
(You got the music, now is your chance)
A yee nigga couldn't try me in the tri-state
Buddy pass, bet I get him splashed 'til he hydrated
Bounce out, know he spook town, eyes dilated
I got the money and the power both gyratin'
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
What the fuck?
I got hits, I got bucks, I got new paper cuts
I got friends, I got foes, but they all sittin' ducks
Hit his turf and get crackin', double back like a deluxe
50 deep, but it ain't deep enough
Fuck a plea, there he go, beat him up
Fallin' from my money tree, and it grow throughout the months
Spit a loogie at the camera, speed off, yeah, it's us
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)
Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up
Hol' up (hol' up)
Where you from? (Where you from?)
Bye, bitch (bye, bitch)
I'm finna go dumb (finna go dumb)
Sideways (sideways)
Bunk skunk (bunk skunk)
Fever (fever)
I'm on one (I'm on one)
Thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, thunk, baby rockin' it
Quid pro quo, what you want? 'Cause I'm watchin' it
Work on the floor, let me know if you clockin' it
Brodie won't go, but I know that he poppin' it
It was woof tickets on sale 'til I silenced it
Pipe down, young, these some whole other politics
Bitch with him and some bitch in him, that's a lot of bitch
Don't hit him, he got kids with him, my apologies
Ghetto child, it was Black & Milds with the Smirnoff
Yeehaw, we outside, whoadie 'bout to kill him off
Blaps on blaps, it's a fact, this a brick of raw
Tell me, why the fuck you niggas rap if it's fictional?
Tell me, why the fuck you niggas fed if you criminal?
"Hey Dot, can I get a drop?" I'm like, "Nigga, nah"
Ace boon coon from the Westside to Senegal
It's a full moon, let the wolves out, I been a dog (ah)
I feel good, get the fuck out my face
Look good, but she don't got no taste
I walk in, walked out with the safe
Mando, let me know what the play
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up, squabble up
Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up (mm, mm)
Squabble up (mm, mm), squabble up