Lyrical Breakdown of Check Please - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Check Please" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Check Please" 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 Logic 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 Logic's narrative.
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Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (that paper)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (cash)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (crypto)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (ay, check please)
Ice on my neck, make my neck freeze
You know I run the wave, no jet ski's
New bitch on me so sexy
Got me kind of glad that my ex-wife left me
Know I ball hard, you can catch me at the Espy's
Sliding on my goals like I'm motherfucking Gretzky
Ay, you know it's on and popping like Pepsi
Ay, you know it's on and popping like, popping like
Uh, gra-ta-ta-ta, bitch, I don't give a fuck
Yeah, I'm sliding on this bitch, I never get stuck
Yeah, I got it on tuck, going dumb like that Nuck If You Buck
I pull up in a Maybach, then pull up the truck
Huh, you ain't shit, you a cuck
I stay with ice; I might need me a puck
Bitch, I got racks like my bank account Nordstrom
We talkin' houses, with them, I got four of 'em, more of 'em coming
They talkin' that shit leave 'em done
And I'm stuntin', I'm running this shit like a marathon
Used to hit the soup kitchen on Tuesdays
Now I be shopping at Erewhon
Yeah, I shine like a flare gun
Feeling fresh like I just got my hair done, like I just got my hair did
Boy, don't sleep on my heritage (what's that?)
Black man, black man, running from the police
Know we gotta make it out, never had a doubt
But the route wasn't clear, needed somebody to show me
Who I am, what I be, life is in front of me
I don't know how I do this shit every day, it come to me
Really if it come to that, chain around my neck, that's a hundred racks
Acting like you got it bitch you really need to run it back (oh, yeah)
Ay, how the fuck you finna buy a Rolex, but you ain't paid your taxes?
No less, man you got me so stressed
Young motherfuckers, want 'em all to win
Guess they know a lot more
Why you think the boy tryna reach 'em right now, fo?
Know you wanna flex, maybe paying all your debts might help you in the long run
Locked up for evasion, that's a long one
(No, I can't take this shit no more, let's go, let's, let's-)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (that paper)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (cash)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (crypto)
Let's get this money, get that dough, 'ough, oh (check please)