Lyrical Breakdown of Los Awesome - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Los Awesome" 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 "Los Awesome" 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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I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Groovy nigga, jumped off of the peg Forced by my third leg, plead the fifth No L's, no whips Backyard full of Crips Barbecues and county blues This Hoover gangster be the shit It ain't much up on our list But shoot the killer, hitting licks Get any T up out the bitch Gangbanging, fuck a clique Yup, I'm looking for a scrap See, my cripping done spread around the world Well, his top be low, his bottom is the reefer Looking like the reaper in your driveway Straight spoon your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th'll be a June Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum seen I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Don't make me put a lean to a nigga Spleen shells through a nigga (Bariiing-petey crack-riiing) Stop a dream in its tracks beam down Little boy now, dream little boy, dream Coke go in the pot, arm and hammer body A$AP.Rocky, the one that I could get it Onion in the pocket like a booty on a midget Diamond on my rollie, teach a nigga how to fridge it Looking at the time, been winning for a minute See my neck co-defendant, what's the problem? Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was there before I shot him, it's the reaper Looking like the reaper in your driveway Straight spoon your living room Liable to drive-by on a summer day July 4th'll be a June Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum, that crips and bloods know Block ten block ten block ten bla ba bum The sound of the drum seen I'm a groovy type nigga, rather two-step with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, rather gangbang with you Triggers squeeze, throw a palette, throw them thing-things with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Hot degrees anti-freeze, chilling cool-cool with you Chilling cool-cool with you Pants sagging, rag dragging, do my gangbang with you Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Blue on campus know it happened Tell me more about it in the gutter Where it started with the cripping Then the bloods done got it brackin' (Suwoo) I'm just an Eastside nigga Where them niggas say "show you what it be like, nigga" Roll 'em up, light 'em up like a street light, nigga Follow me, I can show you what these streets like, nigga Handle bars, ever swing, guns blow like dusty wings Spend a band, push his wig back whenever revolvers spin Toe tag 'em, floss flagging like it's all good Tell niggas tee off like Tiger Woods Where you from? We never heard of ya Walking with the murderers, niggas that'll murder ya Steal you like a burglar Seen the souls long gone before I got them He was dead before I shot him, it's the reaper