Lyrical Breakdown of Marshall Mathers - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Marshall Mathers" 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 "Marshall Mathers" 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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Kevin Gates Lyrics "Marshall Mathers" Disassociating three's in the building How they leave as we flee the scene Brief apparition of my agenda, I'm just being me Prayers in the seed to an upper being, just free'd the team On my knees reaching for fire flies, they got no wings Bitch I fell in love with Lil Meeky Off the amphetamines Ain't have alot, in fact she was happy, I wouldn't sell her dreams Now I'm selling things, with the stamp on it Teflon wrapper, closed hamper, putting tax on it Hated on for my inevitable success, still Dealing with the devil I only know as myself In the mirror I see God and that only God is myself Prayers answer, closed caption, Mr. Mathers no distraction In the kitchen, no whippin, straight drop is manufactured For the few who choose to be un-recreative with a habit I'm recreative with a habit as I resorted to dog food Discombobulation, whichever way that my card move Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me Emotionally I'm scarred and what I love has betrayed me (Mathers) Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit (mathers) Stood strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home (mathers) Made believers out of men as I approach the throne Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone (mathers) (Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers...) This goes out to those out there who hate to be alive Searching for placement is being taken by surprise Besides, its hard tryna always find the fun in they jokes Always ending up the butt of they jokes Contemplation of a ending with this pistol to my temple Thinking if I pull this trigger will this semi, take my misery away Or would I just be killing me in vain Relationship estranged, shorty asking how I deal with it every day Magazine filled, single mission or army Up in the Benz with a mini and rip the arm of a target Two time is talking, one coughing: the coffin called ya Call it sugar in ya cafe, I could coffee call ya I'm in the Boston market where niggas beefing from both sides Detroit's fine, searching for a line, all the dope dry Talented, ghetto niggas looking for work Conviction facing, most of them to get it out on the curb Absurd Good heart and prone to fuck up, my family hate me Emotionally I'm scared and what I love has betrayed me Hate to say it sometimes I wish I wasn't created Begging me to speak my mind, but don't like when I say shit Still strong surrounded by you Pinocchio's Feared being exposed by a product out of a broken home Made believers out of men as I approach the throne Rappers grab for cover, I grab the cover of rolling stone Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers Sometimes I feel like Marshall Mathers