Lyrical Breakdown of High Tolerance - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Uh, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Yeah, duh-duh-duh-duh-duh Yeah, uh (Yo, Ayo) Fell in love with uppers, now I got a high tolerance Never left my brothers and kept all of my promises He diss my hood, we kill him, feel like that's the right consequence Get changed to a victim, once you see the light, follow it Broski keep that mask on, he live his life anonymous Pick a block to slide on, you know how my shotters get Heard his name in paperwork, he on the mice document Fucked up, then I made it worse, be proud of my honestness Bang the switch, these Glocks ain't got no safety 'cause we dangerous I'm paid and rich, the way I blow this cake, you would think I made a wish You would think this Drac' know MMA, the way it came with kick You should know my gang ain't finna play when they on they way to blitz Tweakin' with them block poppers, Nina give your face a kiss Lil' bro, he a top shotta, killers ranked, he made the list Message to my opp momma, "Hope you know you raised a bitch" Percocets for my trauma, seen things I can't forget Feeling overwhelmed, thoughts up in my head that get so loud If one of my soldiers fell, I'ma be the man to turn around Them lil' boys so wild, and since my shorty see red, it's going down Up and point, go, "Bow," then chase him 'til you standin' over the ground Body for body, they'll go tit-for-tat, he thirsty to get a hat Autopsy, one of your members wacked, now focus on gettin' back Block cocky, slidin' with them sticks, suit up like Men In Black Only I got me, somethin' I won't forget, too tough to bend or crack Fell in love with uppers, now I got a high tolerance Never left my brothers and kept all of my promises He diss my hood, we kill him, feel like that's the right consequence Get changed to a victim, once you see the light, follow it Broski keep that mask on, he live his life anonymous Pick a block to slide on, you know how my shotters get Heard his name in paperwork, he on the mice document Fucked up, then I made it worse, be proud of my honestness