Lyrical Breakdown of People Elbow - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "People Elbow" 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 "People Elbow" 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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My wrist like The Rock, people's elbow Feds on your block, and they at your door What you gonna do, flush your work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Feds hit your door, better flush that dope Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Take that pot, I hit it with the people's elbow All red 'rari, there go Elmo Choppin' bricks, Leonardo, could be Donatello The heroin is black like puddin', Bill Cosby, Jell-O Imma need a whole kilo, ain't talking bout the rapper Kilo Got bricks on bricks on bricks like Shaquille O'Neil shooting at the free throw In the bando looking out the peep hole Quavo, beast mode I came a long way, finger fucking the bowl And now I get 45K for a show QC the label, free promo My position is quarterback like Tony Romo Pretty bitches show me cameltoes I'm balling, Dubai, riding camels ho Whatchu mean what I got the Phantom for? Whatchu mean what I got the banana for? Choppers on me like Osama nigga No offense to the loss of the towers You a gangster then you move in silence If you talking out loud you a coward My wrist like The Rock, people's elbow Feds on your block, and they at your door What you gonna do, flush your work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Flush the work, ho! Feds hit your door, better flush that dope Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flush that work, ho! Flushing the dope if the boys come Machine in my wrist like Decepticon I got a mini 14 with a drum Lamborghini black and white just like a nun Throw a hundred rounds, shit I'm just having fun Call a Mexican to come and cut the lawn I got megatons, started with a bum Whipping up a storm, I'm bout to break my arm Flush the dope, if the police coming then we shooting at them folks Standing at the stove, cooking the Marilyn Monroe She get back to cooking dope and Imma fuck her in the throat Started from the bottom, we started up on the floor Versace, Versace, we hit em with the elbow Run to the money like Usain Bolt We got way more Os than tic-tac-toes Walk in Magic City like we walking in the snow Tyler [?] earlobe, Givenchy on my toe Cause I made it think a nigga sold his soul Trapping gas bags, toss a nigga like a toad Free all my niggas down the road, I never told When it's coke I got the F&N in my coat Cook a nigga like a pork if the money keep on coming short Thought I was a joke, I got more bread than a loaf