Lyrical Breakdown of Preach (Feat. 2 Chainz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Preach (Feat. 2 Chainz)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Wayne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Preach (Feat. 2 Chainz)" 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 Wayne 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 Wayne's narrative.
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With my first hundred G's bought my mom a house
Bitch don't try to suck my dick if you got cotton mouth
Watch these snitches, man these rats think they Mighty Mouse
In the kitchen, Arm & Hammer, just the right amount
Got the dope spot popping, dope spot jumping
Car parked by itself, robot stunting
And it's voice activated, I just tell it something
I ain't even got to press a button
Viper with the rally stripes, I don't eat no Rally's
I don't eat my words, nigga I don't eat no salad
I got too much on my plate, I got too much on my pallet
Never seen my car before, it's like a unicorn in traffic
Too much fucking talent, rap Shakespeare go Hamlet
You other boys could kiss the game goodbye, be romantic
Please don't worry Nancy, all my weed is organic
If my children end up smoking, I whip they ass if they don't pass it
Hol' up, I just got a package
I let my bitch test it, with flying colors passed it
Burning money fast, like fire on the plastic
You a dead man walking, throw some tires on your casket
They say niggas in wheelchairs are half dead as it is
I still keep the heat on me, attitude cavalier
Boy I think your whole clique's Summer's Eve, Massengill
Minus that seven Vagisil
Uh, and my name don't need no adjectives
And my flow don't need no adlibs
The booth the battlefield
Flag red like I'm Russian, call me Vladimir
Took a picture with the pistol, gave it rabbit ears
These niggas got fast careers, fast as Batmobiles
My bitches got sex appeal, they like sex and pills
For reals, I'm sorry if you hate you
And I'm sorry for the wait too
Boom, It's my shot like Biloxi
Even my shadow don't trust me
Big dog in this shit like a husky
285, 20 pounds of musty
Stopped by the spot, had to serve Pooh bear
He buy one, I front him one, so I left two there
In a two seater, pull up popping 2Pac
Didn't have a safe, so I stashed it in my tube sock
Eat so much Benihana I need nunchucks
You just a old nigga always saying big bruh
You a bad bitch always saying big daddy
You a real nigga talking 'bout you want a selfie
Uh, a baby bottle with my shit in
And my role model was a kingpin
I say let's work, he say let's work
Let your next work be your best work
And it's that Sorry 4 The Wait 2
And I'm so sorry for the wait too
From New Orleans to the A, TRU
You test my homies, we ace you
Tity, these niggas monkeys in ape suits
I got a city, got a ocean, got a lake view
She took some shots, til she shot down a grey goose
This that Sorry for the Wait Deuce