Lyrical Breakdown of Stir The Pot - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stir The Pot" 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 "Stir The Pot" 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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Ayy, look
They say I'm the realest, I get that a lot
Say what I want, who gon' tell me to stop?
Say you want smoke, then I'm ready to die
One of the men, standin' on ten
Built a lil' different in case you forgot
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical
I'm in here stirrin' the pot
Stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot
I'm really him, y'all ain't identical
I'm in here stirrin' the pot
Stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot, stirrin' the pot
One of the men, standin' on ten
Built a lil' different in case you forgot
Artists I done helped before they got famous
Won't return the favor once they got famous
Most of y'all fakin', no names stated
Thank you, no thank you, no handshakin' (no)
I'ma keep it all the way entertainment (all the way)
No direct line, no communication (hello?)
You can have your people reach out to my people
Say you want a feature, tell 'em send the payment (tell them to send it)
I am professionally not playin'
Don't harbor resentment toward it, understand
Y'all was just teachin' me how to play it
All of the women that I ever dated (for real)
Thank you for turnin' me into a player (for real)
I was a gentleman, I was genuine
Genuinely been manipulated
Be careful, they clever, schemin', imitatin'
Onward and upward, ain't gon' see you later (yoom)
I'm a big eagle, all I see is paper (ah-ah)
Labeled a Bread Winner, lot of dough formin'
When the oven open, I'm a baker
Approach when the oven on me, I'ma bake you
Pole poke a whole hole in your soul
Have your whole nose lookin' like a bagel
Shirt bust open, no security with me
Courtside with it, I'm a big gangster
Feel the energy, I'm the algorithm
Got the internet goin' crazy (crazy)
Really floor-seated at the Lakers game
With my jewelry on just blingin' (whoa)
Get a glimpse of me and the referee
Might forget what team he even playin' (whoa)
Any chick see me, probably start cheesin'
And forget what she was even sayin' (woah)
If kings don't entertain opinions of a peasant, why he even say it? (Woah)
I am God in the flesh, emperor
I'm respected anywhere I stand (woah)
Bet they give me one more chance (ooh)
Fainted when they touch my hands (ooh)
Diamonds on me like to dance (ooh)
You would think they went and took a class (ooh)
Red suit, Kevin Kanye West, Michael Jackson with the swag (ooh)
White coupe, Kevin 911, turbo S edition, actin' bad
I don't get tired, lay you 'cross the lap, put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)
Put belt to a nigga ass (ooh)