Lyrical Breakdown of Gasoline Dreams (with Khujo Goodie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gasoline Dreams (with Khujo Goodie)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how OutKast weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Gasoline Dreams (with Khujo Goodie)" 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 OutKast employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Alright Alright Alright Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie? We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why? I hear that mother nature's now on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go All of my heroes did dope Every nigga round me playin' married Or payin' child support I can't cope Never made no sense to me one day I hope it will And that's that, sport, sport Pray I live to see the day when seven's happily married With kids, woe woe The world is movin' fast and I'm losin' my balance No time to dig, low, low To a place where ain't nowhere to go but up Ya wit me say shit, sho sho Now let me ask y'all this Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie? We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why? I hear that mother nature's now on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go It's shitty like Ricky Stratton got a million bucks My cousin Ricky Walker got ten years doing fed time On a first offense drug bust, fuck the holice That's if ya racist or ya crooked Arrest me for this dope I didn't weight it up or cook it You gotta charge the world cause over a million people took it Look at me, you outta your jurisdiction now ya lookin' stupid Officer, get off me sir Don't make me call L.A. he'll have ya walking sir A couple of months ago they gave outkast the key to the city But I still gotta pay my taxes and they give us no pity About the youngsters amongst us You think they respect the law They think they monsters, they love us, reality rappin' And giving the youth the truth from this booth And when we on stage we scream Don't everybody, everybody Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie? We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why I hear that mother nature's now on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go Officer of the most high you touch me you touch the apple of this eye If they kick us out where will we go Not to Africa 'cause not one of them acknowledge us as they kin folk Still eatin' pork, abomination, desecration for beating flesh Penalty for violation is death Woe, woe, to the man that strive with his maker on judgement day Hip hip hooray, Mr. Reaper Babylon the great The mother of heartless is falling, prophecy must be fulfilled The liquor fire is calling Don't everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn motherfucka burn American dreams Don't everybody like the taste of apple pie? We'll snap for your slice of life I'm tellin' ya why I hear that mother nature's now on birth control The coldest pimp be looking for somebody to hold The highway up to Heaven got a crook on the toll Youth full of fire ain't got nowhere to go, nowhere to go