Lyrical Breakdown of Organized - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Homies dead and I miss 'em Rest caught up in the system Trayvon Martin in a hoodie, MAC with a fully, I won't be a victim Pyrex stove in the kitchen Go to war with the realest For the love of Benjis, saw it in my dinner I went from captain to K Catchin' a bus to catchin' a Wraith Banana boy, up in my Bape I'm tryna catch me an eighth They tryna touch on my safe I cannot barely can sleep I gotta lay with my peeps Every single fuckin' day of the week They killed my daddy in nine-two I had to stay in the streets Warrin' with niggas from down the block I had to wake up to beef Forty gon' wake up the neighbors They gotta wake up to me Smokin' dope got me paranoid like the Reaper was waitin' for me Tell my opps that we gon' die about this shit I come from a place where niggas die about a diss You ain't in the hood so we can't slide by your strip Cookin' so much fuckin' work I might get high off that brick Can't ever forget, can't ever forget Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy This shit that remind me, all the days I had less Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect Ma died back in oh-five, it was no one but me Popped out that pussy nine-two, fell in love with the streets I do not do perpetuations, these real talk and the statements Hide the masses, I hit payment I need street participation They said that I wouldn't be nothin' It's just like a fuckin' nigga to be hatin' I got business for myself and he ain't I'm tryna pull up, make the whole block faint The coupe stained inside, candy paint I pass the [?] 'cause a nigga don't drank it Only get faded on special occasions Like when I get them new Ben Franks I got niggas on the roof and the flank For the ones who think diamonds be blank We hit him up at the top of his tank Strong arm who, bitch I get dank Told him strip, let the lil baby spray Now off rip name heavy in the race Need no nigga, I depend on my faith I bet they give me a Wraith and a [?] Put all the play aways in the game and put a [?] out his ways See niggas don't know about all the pain and see all my struggle See I came straight out of them crevices and that gutter These niggas don't know about it, Better then not tell 'em I show 'em, yeah I show 'em Can't ever forget, can't ever forget Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy This shit that remind me, all the days I had less Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect Yeah, they'll smoke you for a Rollie Niggas kill him for a Cuban Gotta watch how I'm movin' Freddie Kruger with the Ruger They'll kill you when you're talkin' peace Learned that shit from Martin Luther Gotta move with a shooter More jewels than a jeweler Niggas be hating for what You should go get you a check Diamonds they jumping like checkers But we still moving like chess Head shot, head shot Bang bang, what you gon' do with that vest? Ran off like thirty bricks Give a fuck 'bout who the connect We was just living to die Now we just dying to live They put my dog in the sky We spilling bottles to live You better check your homie 'fore I put a check on the top of his head Bitches be checking for me 'cause They know a nigga on top of his bread I drop four like Uno Fuck a popstar, get kudos Two bad hoes in my two door Flooded my fleece on [?] Went OG on your OG My young nigga he a fool though We had to go get it OT I made a milly off two O's Can't ever forget, can't ever forget Them haters remind me, to get back on my [?] Where I come from niggas 'round here die 'bout that shit Me and mine so fuck the other side, I am drippy This shit that remind me, all the days I had less Hatin' on me for what? you should go get a check You gon' do what to who? better say it with your chest We gon' come for your neck, I suggest you protect