Lyrical Breakdown of Slapboxin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slapboxin" 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 "Slapboxin" 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.
• 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 Mac Miller's narrative.

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Uh Yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah Yeah, uh I came through whippin' somethin' clean like a bald head Bitch with me drop dead gorgeous, plus she well read I'ma get brain on the plane if it's overnight I'ma maintain in the game, I ain't overnight Colder than some polar ice, or like the ghost on poltergeist Opinions suck, I know I'm nice, money talks, you overpriced I'm doper, fuck a sober life, you local, you ain't smokin' right My weed loud as Hulk Hogan fights when he rip the shirt On the throne, you kickin' dirt, sip this purp, and spit berzerk You a bitch, your chick a flirt, stop your crying, get to work I talk shit, got the stats that'll back it up My shit adding up, racking up a plaque a month And that loud ass bass you hearin', that's the trunk That vibration on your body, now that's a bump You can tell us who you are, you don't have to front You ain't a captain, you just Captain Crunch Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came in real, and you came through frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') All that money don't make you nothin' Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came through real, and you came in frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') And all that money don't make you nothin' I rock A-P-C's, some B-A-P-E's So many different clothing brands, I got A.D.D Bought a big ole' crib, you can picture me in it Just decided that the sky isn't really my limit Somethin' cold in my cup, some weed, rollin' a blunt Smile long, like I convinced Oprah to fuck I think I lost my mind, need a Amber Alert You can't talk that shit unless you stand in it first Turn a bitch to fan, even hand her some merch To be a legend, you gotta start out with that amateur work And I paid my dues, walked humbly on an ego trip Sleepin' with a freaky bitch, you was chillin', chiefin' fifth Doin' drugs with a porno chick, watchin' porno flicks Make her own movie and I'm scorin' it I'll see you in hell before I see you winnin' Did it myself, and I beat the system Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came in real, and you came through frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') All that money don't make you nothin' Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came through real, and you came in frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') And all that money don't make you nothin' I got thirty thousand grams in a black on black van Tell Chapo im his number one fan I'm at Bent Taco with a hunnit' A-bands And you ain't gettin' no work listenin' to this money change hands I'm tryna sow the whole block up that's my plan We can have a gun fight like i walked and i ran Half a mill on el tran Sellin' (?) to make bands Im movin kushy, you's a pussy pussy, come between friends If my Vo try to book me, I'ma get the front end Style sixty niggas wit' me with a 100 elf hands Ice cubes on my wrist Bitch, I got a Mac-10 I put her out She got her mom like i let her back in Its Gucci! Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came in real, and you came through frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') All that money don't make you nothin' Came through stuntin', you came in buggin' now I came through real, and you came in frontin' You can hate me all you want, but you ain't doing nothin' (nothin') And all that money don't make you nothin' It's Gucci! What's happening? Smoke somethin' Po' up Get you some money Brr Huh, squad Shoutout my boy Mac Man It's Gucci! You know how we rockin' If you ain't gettin' no money, you don't need none Gone