Lyrical Breakdown of Infrared - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Pusha T weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Infrared" 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 Pusha T 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 Pusha T's narrative.

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Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? The game's fucked up Niggas' beats is bangin', nigga, ya hooks did it The lyric pennin' equal the Trumps winnin' The bigger question is how the Russians did it It was written like Nas, but it came from Quentin At the mercy of a game where the codes is missin' When the CEO's blinded by the glow it's different Believe in myself and the Coles and Kendricks Let the sock puppets play in their roles and gimmicks Shit, remember Will Smith won the first Grammy? And they ain't even recognize Hov until "Annie" So I don't tap dance for the crackers and sing Mammy 'Cause I'm 'posed to juggle these flows and nose candy (yugh) Ferrari, my 40th, blew the candles out Tom Brady'd you niggas, I had to scramble out They be ridin' these waves, I pulled my sandals out Jefe Latin my Grammy, I went the Spanish route Oh, now it's okay to kill Baby Niggas looked at me crazy like I really killed a baby Salute Ross 'cause the message was pure He see what I see when you see Wayne on tour Flash without the fire Another multi-platinum rapper trapped and can't retire Niggas get exposed, I see the cracks and I'm the liar? Shit, I've been exposed, I took the crack and built the wire Now who do you admire? Your rap songs is all tryin' my patience Them prices ain't real without inflation I done flew it, I done grew it, been a conduit Moynat bags on my bitches, I done blew it See through it, neck, igloo it Habla en español, I "y tu" it Let Steven talk streamin' and Shazam numbers I'll ensure that you gettin' every gram from us Let's cram numbers, easily The only rapper sold more dope than me was Eazy-E How could you ever right these wrongs When you don't even write your songs? But let us all play along We all know what niggas for real been waitin' on Push I do, so, yeah Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? Infrared, yeah, you know what I mean? I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me? I'm gone