Lyrical Breakdown of Gees - Live In London - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gees - Live In London" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gees - Live In London" 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 Mac Miller employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh, ignorant-ass white kid
But I'm still bicycling and recycling
And I'm still eating gummy bear vitamins
All my bitches taking Vicodin, huffing nitrogen
Hyper than Williams' middle son
Since I was a little one, moms had to put me on the Ritalin
Made a swisher run, crack the 40 then I lit a blunt
Told Chuck I had a couple raps, so we kicked the drums
All the best rappers are usually dead
But I'm the poison that left a widow Juliet
In the studio with candles lit and Buddha heads
Coming up with all the coldest shit, take your Sudafed
Contagious, speaking while sedated
God shit, make 'em wanna add a couple pages to the Bible
I ain't got nothing left in my will
'Cept, "Throw it all in the casket, it's mine still"
Uh, I need some backpack cast raps
Took a break just to kill the game half-assed
Set some rat traps, went and took a cat nap
Woke up, threw the dead bodies in the trash bags
Act polite, but I'm nasty on the mic
Your bitch don't want my dick, then she has to be a dyke
Slap her, but she like it, tell me, "Master, feed me pipe"
I'm a scotch on the rocks, you the Appletini type, it go
Suck my dick before I slap you with it
I'm sorry, I said
S-suck my dick before I slap you with it
Wait, hold up, hold up, it goes, said
Uh, still fucking with these hoes, though
Bozo on these doppelgänger Jojos
Take a bitch to Soho for some froyo
And tell her she gon' blow it, that's Romo
Yeah, now I'm out in Cali like Tone-Lōc
Young boy, but I'm chilling with some grown folk
Most Dope, blowin' smoke, you just blowin' smoke
How much coke you gotta sell to make a boat float?
Hit 'em, hit 'em 'til they tell me, "No more"
I'm a highly difficult ropes course
Pulling up in Rome on a chrome gold horse
Say "Wassup?" to the Pope, pull off in a Porsche
Said who you kidding? Your flow's warshed
I ain't in the street, but I'll grill you from the porch
I been had hoes, I played sports
Her ass out the bottom of her shorts, say
Suck my dick before I slap you with it (slap you with it)
I'm sorry, I said
S-suck my dick before I slap you with it (slap you with it)
Woo
Suck my dick before I slap you with it (slap you with it)
Suck my dick before I slap you with it (slap you with it)
Yeah
Alright