Lyrical Breakdown of 4 Legs & A Biscuit - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "4 Legs & A Biscuit" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "4 Legs & A Biscuit" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.
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Phorensics whipping incourt, still consider the sport
On the phone with bald head I'm watchin' king of New York
Kendrick shakes one of the the greatest I ever saw
Whole team turn sour we niggas tryin' to get off
Cold sleepin'... get the minister in the court
I'm a dog worst place to get hit us while in the court
Pull it hold it my liquors, I'm itchin' make to the court
Bitch I'm wippin in the... bakin the court
You know how I spit em, this is some on the run trying to get it ever
Baby mama problems, every night tryin to fix em
Flashin all, flippin, take... broke every dish in the kitchen
The devil living in me, I'm contemplating the
Spray face in 20 years, but that's what they try to give em
The... that I don't effort... cope with the dealing
Back when we was... the one is a bigger dealer
Innocent making faces and they wonder why I ever
Who ever take her to grow up and turn off to be killers
Borrow extensions, toll it down when the
Compact in my jacket even flitchin my hitchin
... hard in the hot, my emotions are ruined
Too hard to trust I don't give a f*ck, will open up to the woman
Take my lick and keep pushin, don't try playin' me p**sy
They all 50 with the ippy, layin... in the bushes
Won't say no name but some saw at me a pound of them cookies
TTG... I'm with it
If shawty bust a p**sy hopin' no commitment I send it
Lord forgive me I'm finnin' I come to you as a sinner
Take all my scars, take my heart turn me into a Christian
Bright nigga and the blazes of my last name was griffin, bye bye his chicken
I just want 4 legs and a biscuit
I always try to... all my niggas is pulsing, stood to the cold
Even on the pushing when we... let's get it all