Lyrical Breakdown of Groovy Tony - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Groovy Tony" 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 "Groovy Tony" 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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Blank face, Tre 8 Kill everybody, fuck an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off Punk ass cops them crackers want us with our black off Thug life nigga since '96 I want the gang bang Few years later I'm really from it We were still kids Crack off nigga I'm squeezing empty till the shell break Fuck my image I need to drop I need to, blank face Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds with your pack then Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone Can't fold figures I make deposits with the gold grin Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on All bad bitches they wanna fuck me with cap on Real life nigga, I'm in the stu' till all the weed blown Wait long, long, I hit the dope behind the cellphone Y'all don't hear me, I want the money right Ugh, Groovy Tony, no face, killer I see the money right, ugh Yeah, I'm blank face Clear everything out the safe Crack the pig bank Robbin' your kids too My heart an igloo The devil in all blue Die now go to heaven or bring 'em through Lot of brown 'round here Got that white girl for you And she swimming in fire water, could be double digits Pistol through your Civic Most die before they hear it Turn a nigga to a spirit Drive slow, oh, hey Hit the curb with shattered mirrors Look around now you're hellbound Boogie down, bullshit I want it loud Slang a bird every hou' Smack a nigga with the heat Contradicting, now you peace Leave you triple six laying in defeat Can you dig it? Struck a match, they won't finish Drop a nigga off, get a nigga whipped Squeezing fingertips, aye Blank face, tre 8 Kill everybody, fuck an AK Sell narcotics and step my dollars up to Bill Gates Push all limits, you lookin' timid, need to back off Punk ass cops them crackers want us with our black off Thug life nigga since '96 I want the gang bang Few years later I'm really from it We were still kids Crack off nigga I'm squeezing empty till the shell break Fuck my image I need to drop I need to, blank face Cause brain damage from my mechanics, keeping two ways Sell narcotics, I'm slanging diamonds with your pack then Stack large commas, you with your riders with your backbone Can't fold figures I make deposits with the gold grin Jeans look dirty, I lift the Chevy with the rims on All bad bitches they wanna fuck me with cabs on Real life nigga, I'm in the stu' till all the weed blown Wait long, long, I hit the dope behind the cellphone Y'all don't hear me, I want the money right Ugh, Groovy Tony, no face, killer I see the money right, ugh Blank face