Lyrical Breakdown of Blow Treez - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Redman weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blow Treez" 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 Redman 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 Redman's narrative.

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"This should be played at high volume Preferably in a residential area" Gilla House niggas! "Want you to know, ya" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez "Can you understand?" 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez 'Round here we blow treez Hey yo move out, roll in Haters out, hoes in Walk in the club, low brim Hanging out like clothes pins I hustle flow Do my show Attract women Keep that heat and the John Lennon Boy you won't catch me arguin' Brick City, that's right! Hood down, hands up! Red "Lord of the Ring" (clean?), lookin' for that Precious I'm talking weed and women, when the trouble come I'm 'bout it Shit I'd rather get caught with my gun then get caught without it It's Gilla House nigga, you know we here to smoke DJ keep it Kool, Reggie let me UH-HAH clear my throat When I'm in yo' town man', you better act a fool Turn your college dorm to Rodney Dangerfield- Back to School! 'Round here we blow treez (blow treez) 'Til our nose bleed Started with a quarter then slowly smoked up a O-Z Ready keep it raw like a nigga ordered a whole ki' "Nigga let me hit ya blunt" Nah, you don't know me Gilla! Gilla House and Gotti click Bang like karate flicks Duck when the shotty spit Or land in a pile of shit Known to make you cowards bleed Smokin' on that Sour Dies' That cali weed's So funky we call it cottage cheese I'm in the powered V-12 Look at all these females Jockin' me cuz of all the records that we sell Got them pounds for retail Hit me on my email And drop bombs dot com, yo who need L's? Yo, yo my bud'll do ya Method Man constant drug abuser Occasional boozer And I'm slick as Rick the Ruler I piss in the sewer Underground man, I spits manure Plus make maneuvers With Doc That sixteen shot Ruger Is back on your block Blastin' a shot Like screw ya Fuck everybody that knew ya My dogs are Oogka-Dupa They Bark and they bite I Darken your life Muthafuckas slippin' like wearing Gators Walking on ice This is New Edition, I'm Hot Tonite I spit it right Ya Gots to like Tell Sean Paul I Gots a light One in the head, Stop ya life Huh, my niggas stay on the block Slingin' them rocks Until the Cops (indict?) Ya heard