Lyrical Breakdown of Untouchable - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Untouchable" 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 "Untouchable" 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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Lyrically I'm, untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Yuugh I drops every blue moon To separate myself from you kings of the YouTube I am more U2, I am like Bono with the Edge In Mexico, fuck Donald and his pledge Legend has it, the wrist is magic The left is Patek, Philippe's replaced by Matsuhisa Ignore most requests for the feature Unless it's getting played on the beach in Ibiza While she fucking Nesha and she sucking shisha Can't you see my Total; Pam, Kima, Keisha I'm aiming for the moguls, why y'all niggas aiming at the locals? And rap niggas broke like them, they're mere hopeful Still wishing on a star The last one to find out that Baby own the cars The final trilogy of Jaws The grills like, interior gauze It feels like, still white Matching Missoni looks African on me They tryin' pin the trafficking on me like Mano and Tony My thoughts spilling over The soft ceiling's open, I Cross-Fit the coca Yuugh! It's a different calisthenics when I do the Lennox Half a million paralleled and ain't nothin' rented Yeah, wearing Dri-Fit in my shit It rides a little better in the cockpit Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Mu told me to switch styles He just came home from the Feds like a mistrial He tells me I miss out on all that club money, I don't bounce Adidas gave me a million and that don't bounce The president of G.O.O.D. Music has been announced A quarter million a year and that don't bounce I'm in the score of these movies, I'm losing count Mu, you knew me from thirteen hundred an ounce My breakdown game bought me '8 Mile' fame Selling Eminem to him and 'em White to the Blacks I'm a villain in The Rolls Royce, playing peek-a-boo with the emblem Let's talk about it gentlemen My barcode is Netflix "Narcos" Part on the side of my 'fro like I'm Pablo No hablo, I sell blow Lone wolf, no Tonto, head honcho Yuugh, let's take the scenic route I could show you the strange fruit It's looking like Beirut They open the wash bay, I climb it like K2 These kilos are drought killers, I flooded the Jesús, I made use Of every Spanish name I done ran across No matter what the weight, I done ran it off I'm walking on water, I took the sandals off Tell A&E to turn the cameras off, Push Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600 Untouchable, uncrushable Blunted in a 600, blunted in a 600