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?

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?

I'm gone, I'm gone, you hear me?

I'm gone