Lyrical Breakdown of Automatic - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Geah Hoo-bangin in the house c'mon Geah Eihthype in the house c'mon Geah And I'm representin Real compton city g's on this one My nigga K in the house We gon set it off like this Y'all niggas wanna toss on me Throw sum Get ready for the hot one here it come Y'all scream like bitches scheme my riches Too suspicious my glock rocks to your jaw Nigga just too vicious land of the lost Who's the boss get tossed have you seen her My nina, she's catchin a misdemeanor My rep gets bigger my finger on the trigger I cocks the hammer back like 'fucks you nigga!' I let loose shells fly like the spruise-goose Push weight protects mine, much juice I hoo-bangs with a gang and slangs caine Fuck what you tryin to get nigga, it's my thang! Freak cops more white and hit claims I serves everything from white to mary jane I'm hittin the one times with a fake last thing Just to keep my ass on the streets, in the game, it's automatic I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic You need to get at me, I'm the g Locin and provokin dips blocks with cavi Search a ki' cross the street and smash out The '63 bounce back to the same route You fools best get the fuck off my cold tales Gang tales of how the fuckin dead body smells Late night horror shows in jail cells Represent where you from no one to tell Life ain't nuthin but the hood and snaps Hoodrats carry work with straps in they laps Quarter niggas with nicknames play craps Enemies tryin to cross the front line Get capped nuthin but escape, uh Second flat my gat let loose like 'rat-a-tat-tat' The underground hero guess y'all is back My custom, my khaki suit and a blue cap, automatic I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese If you want some then niggas bring static It's automatic I make it difficult for a nigga to find me Crazy-ass hoo-bangin g's behind me You're fucked up for that last time fo' sho' Now you know, two in your door, four to the floor Any nigga wanna bring it-bring I guarantee your ass will hear the glock sing Quick to hit out like the street king Shells ricochet up your body, ping ping Eazy don't come to most pound West to the chest Is the best get-coast On the contrary I shots down your post You're gettin next to me, uh, too close Close down your whole block froze down Infiltrators end up-no sound You sorry muthafuckas here's your showdown Eiht caught a hot one now I'm county-bound, automatic I represent the hoodrats and the b.g's The niggas on the corner whop white to make cheese Geah Eihtype in the house c'mon Geah Hoo-bang in the house c'mon Y'all know how the fuck we do it Y'all know how the fuck we're livin Real compton g's I said them real compton g's My nigga 'fredwreck' and 'julio g' on the beat Y'all know how the fuck we do this Hoo-bangin affiliates till we die nigga Compton till we rest You know we're the best The west (westside) Yes! Westside! Geah