Lyrical Breakdown of Crazy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(It go, Run dum dum, This for my niggas selling yayo.) (I said Run dum dum, keep it bussin' every day yo) Four Four with the nose leakin', still workin Back up in this bitch like a lab surgeon Fired up, leave a snitch nigga wide if he wired up Yeah, huh, Jaw shut Pool butts Ran to the bread but only got crusts So me grindin' with that iron is a real must And it will bust, trust So hush little boy hush It's a man's world, You can go and keep it jerkin do your dance girl I'm a cold nigga Street entrepreneur trying to gain figures Huh, plus I heard you was a lame nigga Nah nigga, no need to explain nigga First off see you never did your thing nigga Looked up in the year book and seen you was the same nigga Take you back to as a child Where you was runnin from the same niggas that is bustas now So you drink to sterilize your pain And you never sober, should of been a soldier Up jumps the boogie to the bang bang boogie not another nigga fuckin' with me I go upside your head, leave a mother fucker dead and I dare an eye witness to see I got me something and it do somethin' sweet Acting retarded nigga my cup of tea Bang Pop niggas sling rocks like a sling shot Call my bitch China White, all she do is bang cock Still with the same Glock, like I never heard cops Fuck police tattoo's 50 niggas serve got Beanie down, Blacked up? niggas strapped up And we all tryna prove somethin' Move somethin' Fool nothin' all you niggas dead frontin' Be politicking' never beyond dumbin' Straight gunnin' Huh? Yeah, So whats crackalackin'? Look into a nigga eyes you know whats 'bout to happen Back in action, flip the money like gymnastics Wrapped in plastic, Fantastic Yeah Make the soda pop you niggas smell the? Coca cola, heard it's cheaper in the Nolia So do the Nolia Clap Where them birds at? Just know I'm here for business though See I serve rats Yeah,? nigga heard that Seen as he hit the back his ass getting whacked (BLAT) Yeah, and it's on to the next one Gone to the? Flyer than a Jetson You knowin' Ima get it in Playin with the heat you should have gave it to your niggas then Shots jump, roping out the Glock Smoking like a double dutch Too much (Hook)