Lyrical Breakdown of Migos Origin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Uh yo Woah Uh! Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up Three young rich niggas, never did a push up You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f*ck up And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up (Quavo) We killed the Versace, we went to Bahamas, shout out to the islands Mommas and daughters taking a picture with me and they smiling Charlemagne say the gang Donkey of the Day (Charlamagne?) Billboard magazine, forty-five K Word on the street they say the Migos wanted But they can't find the Migos, so they bite their recorders When you ask for a show, can you seriously afford it Check my schedule, itinerary loaded of course Check my dab, it's priceless and my niggas is righteous I don't got no type, but I love to f*ck Pisces The chains on my neck, I might get arthritis Yrn Tha Album first album going diamond, got my mama a Benz Just to show her I'm grinding Green dots in the pen but I hate the confinement When Offset got out of jail he ate a bowl of hundreds Dropped the Rich Nigga Timeline and we was crossed the country Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up Three young rich niggas, never did a push up You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f*ck up And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up Skrrt, cook up, graat, he shook up I'm trapping the white, that Ku Klux My niggas got grenades and bazookas On the private jet we smoking up in indica A hundred thousand, got a pick up in India Headed to locker, we changed the millennium Thirty thousand for a walk through minimum Snakes in the grass start spinning out venom That come with the territory when a nigga winning Tinted windows on the sprinter you don't need to see this image The blogs say I need to calm down, f*ck a image Your CEO a busta and my CEO a hustler Choppa sound like percussion, run up on me repercussion Came from nothing, came home with a half a million, hurt my stomach I'm taking good care of my kids but they mamma get nothing And if you think it's wrong this ain't the right song you're bumping Welcome to the jungle, lions, elephants and monkeys Never see me lonely, best believe nina on me Stuffed crust, my pocket walking with a 50 on me Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up Three young rich niggas, never did a push up You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f*ck up And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up Pyrex pot on the stove, take that eggbeater cook up They looking for the origin Wanna know how did we make this shit up Came in there right and we fucking it up Jump off the banana boat, call me King Tut Niggas be biting our swag I tried to switch it up But these niggas still don't get enough Niggas with attitude don't give a f*ck Young nigga flexing never did a push up Migo flow everybody wanna look it up Every ten years it's on my story bro I bet you listen up, you don't gotta like it Yo favorite rapper he be biting When I step in the booth, its a moment of silence I bet yo bitch she get excited When I'm doing show my front end and that back end be enormous I need a double cup with my Backwood when I'm on stage performing Can't get in my tour bus bitch, ain't tryna f*ck, it's only five in the morning I got some Dominican bitches that sucking and fucking and back to the origin Disrupted the game, the industry was shook up Three young rich niggas, never did a push up You want the origin of the flow, you better shut the f*ck up And listen up, to what the Migos bout to cook up, ha!