Lyrical Breakdown of Spazz - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, Southside

I go nuts on Southside Beats

Baby, okay

Super Bowl ring, we ballin' hard, we won the championship

Everybody got somethin' to say when I ain't even ask 'em shit

Bunny rabbit broke, take a brick and do a magic trick

A hundred racks a show,

Get on the stage and do a backwards flip (yeah)

I'm in L.A. with some real Crips

I want Stella McCartney, this real drip

Cartier on my face with the wood tear

Put the knife on the K, it's the real deal

Make 'em get out this bitch like a fire drill

If I won't hit a bitch then the guys will

I've been on it, today I took five pills

I'ma run up them M's 'cause it's God's will

How you gon' check me?

She like my gangsta, she wanna arrest me

She wanna sex me (yeah)

I got the blocka, she know not to test me

Comin' at you niggas 3D

They gon' put this shit on repeat

Everything I say, they repeat

Any nigga try to sneak diss

I ain't gon' say nothin' back, yeah

I'ma keep gettin' these racks, yeah

When you speak 'bout me, speak facts, yeah

Got an FN on the kickback, yeah

Big nose, hood on the demon

Big to the streets, I'm a deacon

They wouldn't even peep what I was preachin'

They just wanna see me with the leaches

Big ballers, I ain't in the bleachers

Courtside, high five the ref

Codeine got me talkin' to myself

Blowin' up, I'm blowin' out my belt

Real G top 5, nah, for real

Only 25 before the deal

Every time we slide, a nigga kill

I just hope to God that they appeal

G5 sittin' in the cell

He 'bout to come (came home)

I got this money on me right now

I don't even answer my phone (put 'em on)

I had these bitches in state to state

They tryna give me some play (leave me alone)

They know that I ain't got time to waste

I'm tryna get in their face (I'm goin' home)

I might just give you a couple of dollars

And make sure you good on a model (good)

They know they'll probably gon' see me again

Unless I'm in the Benz

I put the Forgiatos on the car

[?] on the truck

I got the money, I'm runnin' it up

And I've been puttin' it up (them M's)