Lyrical Breakdown of High Powered (Feat. Papa Rue) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "High Powered (Feat. Papa Rue)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Scarface weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "High Powered (Feat. Papa Rue)" 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 Scarface 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 Scarface's narrative.

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I am representing for my niggas on lock Doing time for that he say and she say Laying niggas down on the freeway Believe me they need me 'cause all these mouse ass niggas Coming home way too long before they release date He facing twenty five years fed time And he ain't ever seen a day in that thing He busting heads, ha, let's keep it real I got the documents to prove that you's a snitching ass nigga Trying to hide behind your music You hit the highway, got money the fly way And told it you's a hoe ass nigga that's what I say And you can call against some niggas Wanna touch it last album, I was 'Made' This album a mutha fucker sold All you niggas wanna plot against the Mobb Since you wanna make it An' finna adjust the knob to high powered Beep, beep, goes the sound of my cellular Here's the life of a hustler I am a hustler, I am gangster We nah informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah informer Deal with it, don't talk he be about it, 'cause he a G about it I got a problem with a nigga, I go squeeze him out And what the fuck am I going to talk to the police about I am from the streets doing the type of shit you read about I copped the Chrome 45 under pressure And then address ya, and now ya froze on the stretcher You wanted trouble, I wouldn't settle lesser I am the devil in the flesh, my pistol is my protector See my reflection as it fades in the black When I reappear on a nigga, it's a raging attack, yeah And I solemnly swear, any problem I here I just empty the clip, for him calling me to dis square That's on my life, that causes me to represent the Mobb Since you niggas want that heat I am about to turn up the knob to high powered Beep, beep, goes the sound of my cellular Here's the life of a hustler I am a hustler, I am gangster We nah informer I am a hustler, I am a gangster We nah informer Bitch nigga, you catch a dead man walking One foot is inside of a grave The other one is in a closed top coffin You still talking, like you the old G When you was locked down though, you was low key The niggas told me they had you in Sig, in the Locust You were working with them boys and them And even had the nerve to try and talk to the streets Thinking that they bring some mark ass police Then he tried to sue a nigga, but it got back to a nigga And when I see him, I am do the nigga So skip that funky ass deposition fools If you wanna crank it up That's what I am about to do, to high powered [Incomprehensible] [Incomprehensible]