Lyrical Breakdown of Freestyle / Foundations (feat. Sauce Money) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Freestyle / Foundations (feat. Sauce Money)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pete Rock weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Freestyle / Foundations (feat. Sauce Money)" 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 Pete Rock 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 Pete Rock's narrative.

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Exclusive I carry heat, good grief like a briefcase I'm the sole winner of the up in your ass sweepstakes I command when I stand near with a plan, yeah Severe as of your career you can hand it here You're bluffing, stooling, stalling off the ball But when you're born rough can tell you ain't tough at all I hunted the land, god damn, for niggas that's comin' to jam And get right to it in front of your man If it's a squad I'm cuttin' up an ass, never cuttin' breath Leavin' mutton Jeff with nothin' left Watchin"em slip slow fast, up in your cash Your shit blow, no, not with dynamite stuck up in your ass Your little squad ain't hard, so before you try to check Todd You're better off tryin' to wreck God You pump faggot, I'm quick as a automatic static You want it, you got it,'cause it ain't my turn to have it Where that bitch at? Fat boy spit that Fuck your name, just let me hit that What a nigga really tryna get at (what's up) Sit back and let me put it where you shit at Fuck 'til I hear your ribs crack (uh) Not Russia, new improved gut buster (uh) Lift your spirits when I fuck ya, sauce money touch ya Spermicide inside the condom lover (uh) Steam on you, fat bitch, dream come true Like nice tits, squeeze'em like vice grips (uh) Grab my dick when I see Kelly Price lips (uh) Sick on the beat, freak nasty nigga Rub my dick on your feet (what's wrong baby) Mad, heated, wanna fuck big less bad Bye if you listening, quit you Till I hit you, jerk off on your December issue Kiss her, no, try to front dis her Whisper fly shit to the next bitch cause my shit Make drawers drop cause I spit More high, couldn't stop your soul, why your jaw stop? Get head with the floor, now what we bout to do is put down foundation When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion But in order for you to put down foundation You gotta, stash it, funds, grip automatics Fuck hoes, problematic, yeah, we putting down foundation When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion But in order for you to put down foundation You gotta, stash it, funds, grip automatics Fuck hoes sporadic Back shot barbarian, I like the pussy laryin' then I'm buryin' Nine inches in your trenches, I love it when you flinches Callin' you names from baby down to wenches Laughin', even though I really meant it, I'd rather Fuck with you'cause it's unscented Hittin' walls'cause my dick is bented Upon entry accidentally bruised your right thigh Pardon me, he can't see, he only got one eye I'm bonin' you, but my mind is on gangster boo I'll show her where them dollars at for one night in the south Meet me at your label Hit it on your A &R table, nut on your contract Loosen the staples when it comes to sex, I'm sociable I was taught to never eat what walks away from the plate, but that's negotiable Used to fuck fat chicks, it took a strong bed Used to have this bitch put cloak on her tongues and give long heads See when I got a bitch, I got a bitch and I ain't on no sucker shit Neither hard, just a lot of dick vibes, I be in it all the way love Doggy style, got her looking back with that face on like what we made out of Now what we'bout to do is put down foundation When it's time to step it up, we rise to the occasion But in order for you to put down foundation (you gotta) Stash your funds, grip automatic Fuck hoes sporadic Yeah, we putting down foundation When it's time to step it up We rise to the occasion But in order for you to put down foundation (you gotta) Stash your funds, grip automatic Fuck hoes sporadic