Lyrical Breakdown of So Obvious - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "So Obvious" 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 "So Obvious" 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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I see you supplying the streets I'm supplying the hits These niggas been feeding from this shit! Push! In one short year, I've turned dreams in nightmare (hah) Let the gods of the game know I'm right here (Bangladesh) To you new motherfuckers, Buzz Lightyear Ahead of y'all, so be careful on that tight rope (yeah) I inspire all the rappers that you might quote (what?) Lookin' down on you niggas like white folk (ha-ha-ha) You're entitled to believe all your high hopes (uh-hu) When you can fool anybody with the right hoax (who run it?) Let you sing to 'em, emotionally cling to 'em With no pillow, you just sellin' a dream to 'em (wake up, niggas) Weakest niggas throwin' shots, I just lean through 'em (blap) I just laugh at 'em, fuck is he doin'? (Ha-ha-ha) I just wanna flip it (hah), I just wanna sell it (hah) I just wanna flip it (hah), I just wanna sell it (yeah) I just wanna flip it (yeah), I just wanna sell it (yeah) It's so obvious, in my clothes you can smell it Take a glimpse of my life as I walk through it (my jeans is heavy) Powder everywhere, like I drug the chalk through it (40 racks in my pocket) Catty-corner penthouse as I park-view it (we scatter big boy rise, nigga) Hit the jackpot, bulls-eye, dart through it Music, I talk through it, it's an art to it (tell your bitch to come in) Let the critics praise, let the charts do it As I burn through this money, no thought to it (what'chu lookin' at?) 80 cents could save a child, but I ain't opt to it (hah) I just shop through it (hah), cook and chop to it Move Heavy D (dope boy shit), I should wop to it (hah) We got our own thing, drop the top to it (woo) This is block music, Waka Flock to it (yeah, Push!) I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it (yeah) I just wanna flip it (flip it), I just wanna sell it (sell it) I just wanna flip it, I just wanna sell it It's so obvious, in my clothes you can smell it I'm so raw, runnin' from the law A nigga got rich from what you snort through a straw (we supply the block) Here to raise the bar, chain, no flaws Say it's whiplash when I let my neck thaw In that two-door, no rims on the car The hate is so thick, you can cut it with a saw See what I saw, the best gettin' better (dope man, dope man) Look, but can't touch, I'm a motherfuckin' leper Q-dog steppa, Stomp The Yard better K-I-L, I'm just waiting on a letter Oh, there it is, let the triple beam measure Re-Up is the gang and we bettin' whatever (yeah) I just wanna flip it (Push), I just wanna sell it I just wanna flip it (hah), I just wanna sell it (hah) I just wanna flip it (yeah), I just wanna sell it (Push) It's so obvious, in my clothes you can smell it Push, you need a hit, nigga, come see me Bangladesh Dope man, dope man Pusha T Got it for cheap