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 Durk 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 Durk 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 Durk's narrative.

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D. Brooks Exclusive We too, hella lost Sat at the round table with, hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes Two or three chokers, I'm chokin' myself You want a handout, you lookin' for help Your son be watchin' you, he tryna take your steps He wanna be just like you, he hope you don't get killed, yeah yeah I might finger your bitch with a three point ring We up on the opps on a ten point lead I'm for real about it Niggas 'round me, I'll kill about 'em I told Pluto I can't live without him Now I gotta live without him These niggas finesse, they come around I need two, three pills out 'em I know three niggas fucked up, locked up They need like three bills out you You told a bitch you gon' kill me Don't know how to feel around you You know he told, his heart is cold, and he still around you You'd give them niggas anything and they still'll down you I'll give my family anything to keep 'em smiling Bitch-made, bitch-made, snitch K, snitch K I be hopin' for them better days Cash out, nigga fuck good grades No mics She say I can't get nothin' 'til I'm dead in my grave I won't say no no more I'ma give you anything when I bet on my wave Every time when I see my brothers ride past I throw up the treys My brothers get on your ass, you grass Niggas can't be saved We too (Turn up), hella lost Sat at the round table with, hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes I just brought a watch, I put the carats in SSR, RIP Fredo, died off medicine I can shoot you in my head, step in my residence If you don't talk to me face-to-face You better not at me then Just off my labels, I had two plaques, that's a million Always in trouble, devil on me, can't prevent They get that call, they on that corner, then they bendin' If they don't fuck for who I am, she fuck for Remy She suck my dick, ooh ooh, my bad, I mean my jimmy I say my bad, can't talk like that, my kid be listenin' I just put like fifty racks in my Amiri jeans They had me questioned for somebody Didn't tell 'em anything Ooh, I ain't tell 'em nothin' If you did then your head is gushin' My lifestyle, you can't rush it You ain't gon' shoot, stop clutchin' Sad to say what my niggas'll do for that money We too, hella lost Sat at the round table with, hella bosses I had to leave niggas alone who double crossed me Take care the situation if you cross me, uh You know I just wanna spazz You know I need money fast All blue cheese, I need my cash Play with me then that's your ass, yeah Bro 'nem be trippin', they smokin' on gas, yeah Nigga be sneaky, he smoke his own guys, yeah If he do, don't be surprised, yeah Looked the devil in his eyes