Lyrical Breakdown of Posted Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Posted Up" 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 "Posted Up" 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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I be posted up on the posted up on the block Watching the money move wa-watching the money move Posted up on the p-posted up on the block Watching the money move wa-watching the money move I see you posted up on the p-posted up on the block Watching the money move watching watching the money move Posted up on the posted posted up on the block Watching the money move I say I'm from North Philly where we take opportunity Low down dirty shame niggas it was cool to be Haters want to catch me while I'm sleeping Freddy Kruger me Watch my every move I tell the Google me, usually I be down S.P. kicking it like Jet Li [?] he be floating off that water like a jet ski Bitches heard I fuck with T.I.P [?] The sames hoes that fronted they regret me Yes we, posted in the kitchen trying to whip a whole brick up Butter have your neighborhood jumping like a hiccup I ain't here to hand out the whole weight like a pick up That's why my neck froze like its a stick up And I'm watching for them narcos, posted up like Marlo Glizzy on the tire of the car though cause y'all know Niggas trying to creep, thinking that it'll be sweet You throwing something at 'em and caution covering the streets On the block with that Yao Ming like the Rockets Quarter bird take it to the table that's a profit Hating ass neighbors see us [?] call the cops then I tell my young nigga take it to the alley we ain't stoppin' The fiends keep copping, the green gon' pile in Worry about a dope sale, why you ain't trying to stop the violence We ain't going nowhere, we outchea grinding Do my thing pull strings like I'm a violin First and the Fifth be on that strip Twenty-four/seven trying to make that flip That's when I saw all kind of shit Way back before I signed with TIP I was on that grinding shit Not a rapper though but a trapper though Trap house got a drive-thru, call it cop-your-crack-and-go What you asking for no sticks and seeds Purple or that sour dies Keep that yolo by the key my block hotter than hollow-steam All you do is holler scream and I can get you all that dawg My block'll sell it Taco Bell how you want it hard or soft