Lyrical Breakdown of Listen Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Listen Up" 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 "Listen 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 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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New crib in another state to duck off (duck off)
You get on my nerves, bitch, fuck off (fuck off)
Runaway train, I done took off
I move with a purpose, give 'em the right influence, that's how I'm the big dawg
I'm with the clappers, I better not throw a punch
Free all of the rappers (uh), hope they get a mistrial (yeah)
No more spendin' more than I'm savin', lettin' this shit pile (pile up)
Livin' kiddy, that shit was corny, I had to switch styles (styles up)
Eight M's on the crib come from Section 8, man, this shit wild (wild)
I took the lil' bros and I mold 'em, they know to hold it down (hold this shit down)
I got lots of dollars and yens, and a whole lotta pounds
I left their credentials, who can't pay niggas to go around (round up)
We in Miami, PJ to the BP, I can't lie, this shit okay for me (sweet)
Locked in the studio all night, but she gon' wait for me (stay up)
She told me she treat you like a lame, but she don't play with me (no way)
She say I'm her favorite nigga (uh), these nigga backwards
They get a lil' money, spend it all, and then they ask for some (how?)
I grew up with million dollar hitters, still ain't ask for nothin' (never)
Fuck it up, I prolly get it for the summer, run my money up in like a month or somethin'
I'm with the hustlers (real ones)
Runnin' circles 'round these rappin' niggas, no discussion from me (no)
I got niggas still stuck in the trenches, shit be fuckin' with me
I was checkin' emails on the plane, and she start suckin' on me
It ain't no buster in me, no, it ain't no tussle in me, bro
Pop up my leg, give her that dope, I done seen suckers turn to soldiers
I seen gangstas turn hos, ain't no rules inside the streets no more, anything goes
But I'm a diamond in the dirt, so I won't ever change roles
I been schoolin' niggas
Bad bitch, bad class, and all about her digits (brr)
1050 for a pound, I come from sellin' midget (mid)
Couple songs went diamond, I'm just gettin' started, shit big
Always run into problems 'cause I couldn't never sit still
Went five on a Brabus, but this one come with six wheels
250 mill', don't mention it 'less it's a big deal
I got a lil' percent (yeah), I could be sellin' bricks
You know the counter flick like diamonds, we call it fish
Raw smell like nail polish, who tryna give a fix?
Country boy keep callin', and I'm tryna find the mix
Drop a zip of no soda, it come back 26 grams
Fun house with Selena, we tall like 30 mill' and WHAM (talk)
Talk myself to a dollar, I really gotta give a gap
This time I'ma show 'em, get in a whole different bag
E'rybody can talk it, but they ain't standin' how I stand up
Check out this
I turned up my kids
Yeah