Lyrical Breakdown of Slump - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slump" 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 "Slump" 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.
• 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 OutKast's narrative.

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Baby gotta eat (gotta eat) Yeah (yeah) Off the top (off the top) Slick patna (slick patna) Know about it (know about it) Jump back (jump back) Come on (come on, come on) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah From front to back street, listen, we on a mission To get right, workin' street corner in the midnight Picture the scene, these fiends with fire Ten dollar dreams, scheme, for a sack of that, believe that I'm wit whateva like Wheatstraw Stuck servin' my cocaine raw Drop sixty-two off the brick, jump back Twenty over now that's mo' money to get Slick, we fin' to lick on this corner without gettin' caught But time, keep a sleepin' and money gettin' short Plus that crooked cop Brock think we blow slangin (fuck him) That why he ride through the hole with the do' swangin' But I make moves, shake them tricks up out they shoestrings Be more precise when we do things Cause life is like shakin' the dice, but I buck back twice Like five-deuce, fo'-trey, okay I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops Shit, cops and robbers niggas be bound to get them dollars and cents They get in a slump like baseball players when they short on they rent Anything goin you ain't knowin' how much money you spent But in the real world you surrounded by these ladies and gents Who hang around you cause you be buyin' all the weed and all the chicken Feedin' everybody, smokin' 'em out When you was broke though they was missin' Now you ridin' bout fo' deep, startin' to tear up your suspension And your baby mamma on child support, my fault, forget to mention You don't even have a checking account wasn't thinking about no pension I used to work at Steak 'N' Ale, Old Gold off in the kitchen Had determination and graduated, now I got the whole rap world fascinated I wanted a piece of the pie for me and my family so I made it Continue to sell dope, it's payin' the bills so you gon' do it But legislation got this new policy, three strikes and you're ruined Now where your crew at? Yeah I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops Ay, me and my buddy on the cut and they know we servin' 'em slabs We better watch what we doing, and look out for Joe Nab And quit re-ing up and standing on this same old block Before our gangsta ass partner get both of us shot Niggas talking cause they making some flow But still ain't did nothing that ain't been done before You can't be trying to showcase, just put it down for your spot And improvise and work with that little you got So I think when I finish selling my last sack I'ma take some of this money, go and give some back Cause people won't forget about the time you gave, know I'm sayin'? And start thinking bout a path to pave I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops I'm strictly stressin' dirty dirty Gone represent it to the t-top Born and bred up on the street top Get to the money and the sweet spot And forever hollering, "Hootie Hoo!" when we see cops