Lyrical Breakdown of Plug Addicts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Yeah, uh) Plug addicts, they love rappin' with me Zombie gang my regime We duck the traffic of D's So I'm chasing the speed Another slap on my knee Somehow I chose this rappin' instead of wrappin' a key Mackin' the G, my shit intact so we tap with our feet Rather unique RZA craft this immaculate beat Blast with the heat, impact with this accuracy Last one to sleep, just imagine what happened to me Factory made, back to the graves and they microwaves The type of shit to make a nigga turn the mic away The type of shit to make a nigga take ya life away Live now or die today, we ain't used to holidays We ain't used to common place We ain't got no common sense, we ain't got no confidence Fuck a nine to five, a nigga worth the length of monuments Lion-hearted, tiger face Any corner, time and place, architect the time it takes Inner-city outta state, and globally we outta space Wait up Arc, hold up wait Never in a sober state 100k we hold the date, I understand we overtake Zombie Juice, coordinate We got more dough to make Darko nigga hold the weight, flow colder than the Dakota states Triple OG, beats, break your fuckin' shoulder blade Strings gliding like niggas upon a rollerblade Killin' you niggas, pass the shovel, I'm diggin' your ditches Pitiful, I leave you critical, under one condition I threw my doggy off the roof, he wouldn't fetch my paper Black Rambo, in Nike vandals, expand coke, that's not love Glocked tucked, shooting slow motion like John Woo flicks White doves, black gloves, cut the tongues off loose lips Piss on your grave, suck your mother, I give two shits Might rob your favorite rapper, momma need rent for her new whip Never was a little nigga, signed my own permission slips The acid hits by sunrise, niggas that's a day trip Close your eyes, imagine if niggas lived out Just exactly what they're rappin' and you have to stand From what you press on vinyl packaging Buck forty a rappers face and tell his shorty keep the change I cannot be tamed This a murder scene turn this shit to I'm in the passenger, my bitch drunk she feelin' good Smellin' sweet like lavender I've got a body in the trunk, had to check for cameras And the weed was kinda skunk Hope we don't get stopped for nothin', see the cops we gotta run Put the pedal to the floor, got a shovel and a saw We can hack 'em into pieces burn 'em up buried in feces Black suit like John Wick, she got the braid like tomb raider I check the news we targets, interviews with our neighbors Hope we make it out the state before they set up checkpoints Ain't tryin' to see them big gates, wont let them take me alive And if you snitched on me bitch I hope it eats you alive Text abuela, we'll see you manana, don't worry nana Cant use our credit cards because they track all the places But we runnin' outta gas and we can't hide our faces Shit you see them blue lights, she said don't think we can make it Shots fired, woke up on the hospital bed Enemy of the state, cop killer what they said Plug addicts they love rappin' with me