Lyrical Breakdown of PRECIOUS THINGS - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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These precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn All these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me Never bite the hands that feed But when those same hands grab the gats and up their sleeves They gather traps and apparatus for your grave They catch you lackin', rap around yo' hatch and squeeze I swear my hands were pure, I gave 'em manicures Became my adversaries, became my sabateurs I put karats on them just like rabbit lures My middle finger's like, "Fuck this nigga, what happened to us?" Used to be clappin' for us, thumbs up and then snappin' poets Now they be dappin' fo's and grabbin' Moet And they know that I don't drink, at least I don't think I asked for peace signs, they gave me Leon Spinks I asked for "okays", I got, "uh, yours" and "go aways" Shoe gestures and throat slicers, the motion's made Give me a sign when we can talk through a plan But my hands was like, "Fam, you can talk to the hand," damn And these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn All these precious things All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me Who put the arms in arms? I put arms in palms We was hand in hand, Allstate Pinky speaker, thumb receiver how we used to call make All shakes Now it's fingers crossed over small stakes No taller than the crawl space Give scissors to my paper, we not on the same page We was back catcher and pitcher, now you don't even wave We used to throw the shock at Honolulu from the stage Now you just wanna throw hands and technicals on my plays (goddamn) And these precious things (yeah, yeah) All these things that we love All these precious things (these precious little things) How they turn, how they turn All these precious things (yeah, yeah) All these things that we love All these precious things How they turn, how they turn On me It's like you could've done more than try and keep us out them handcuffs It's like we only matter when fans is putting they hands up You got popular, treated us like the Yakuza You was Vampire Hunter D, now you Alukah See that's the thing 'cause we was praying for you Air guitar and playing for you You turned a deaf ear to what we was saying to you We was here, can't go back to before The problem is, you don't use us to right the raps anymore Yeah (yeah) Precious, precious, precious, precious Things that we love They love, they love Yeah, yeah Precious things Love, love, love, love