Lyrical Breakdown of Sociopath - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Sociopath" 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 "Sociopath" 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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My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up)
She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t)
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot
She keep a lit 16, a network of typers
Fuck selling the pipers to get the baby the diapers
Call the bitch "Swiffer" 'cause all she know is swipers
Fuck a rap nigga, but she don't need him to wife her
(D-ing up the spo-o-o-o-t)
Benz trucker, all your mans want to fuck her
She get a nigga cleaned up too, you need a buffer?
Travel out to them Islands in Thailand
She don't know if it's Lan-vin or Lanvin
All she know, if it's my hands, it's pie hands
All she want is the monograms and my bands
Charcuteries (Yo, what, what is charcuteries?)
(Man, it's, it's when you go to your hotel room
And they got the cheese and the fucking pepperoni
Sliced on a little wood board, waiting on you)
New jeweleries, new taste levels, shit, she be schooling me
I got a bitch that will master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don't trick but she charges
Lotta double C's, double g's
(You know how I do it)
New body parts, they double D's
(You know how I do it)
The dual exhaust is double V's
(You know how I do it)
You niggas talk, she fucking me
Her mother saying she should be a nurse hurts
But she just worry about who got the purse first
I tried to tell her, "Go to real estate school"
She say, "Don't you see these fucking dealer plates fool?
You know the rush it is to know bitches hate you
'Cause they man is locked up but still laced you
And you know I need it twice, so it takes two
Fendi cross-body, fanny pack beige blue
Nigga
I got a bitch that will master your card
Nice with the Visas, passports is art
Every page inked up, her and the bitches link up
They think they hear the drum and the machine when it syncs up
Heads boppin', boop, bopty boop bop
Who you think showed you that Chanel did the tube socks?
Busting down watches, rental whips in the garages
She don't trick but she charges
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d, d-ing up the spot)
She AP and really eat a nigga's watch (Heating up the spot)
My bitch hot, like she d'ing up the spot (D, d)