Lyrical Breakdown of Shot You Down (feat. Jay Rock & Isaiah Rashad) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Shot You Down (feat. Jay Rock & Isaiah Rashad)" 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 "Shot You Down (feat. Jay Rock & Isaiah Rashad)" 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 take a drag at the square, I feel anxious, spit dangerous As the verbal appears, it's reflecting my perspective Beer goggle and fear, role model so hollow Shadow adolescence and a gaggle of them bitches Road to the riches still paved with the ditches Get caught up in the hype, your career is for a night I ain't these other niggas, cause these niggas is fake They ain't popping shot, these niggas is Papa Doc If I ain't let the shine beam me up, then I'm riding Spock No crying 'til I'm in a pine box I got the bitches hitting Mikey like where Zay at? Probably fucking on her friend, probably L.A. at Probably plotting on a mil', staying well fed Bitch don't run your mouth, we don't play that Momma taught me better, can't count on niggas Can't count on weather, go figure nigga They ain't worried 'bout this cheddar Them niggas just sky diving in my propellers, I don't feel 'em Ain't tryna be no freshman, I'm chilling Cause they'll bring a knife to the fight, and I'll kill 'em Me and my niggas is hungry, we're willing To bring a little ho to the party and Meek Mill 'em I feel like talking my shit Come in the house, acting friendly, you can suck my dick! I'm praying for some good rappers and a fleetwood Why I gotta bring my A game? You just D goods We don't wanna hear that weak shit, nigga speak up Rocking old flows corn rows and a beeper You niggas hoes, you niggas hoes and I ain't even tripping Cause we'll be laughing to the bank and riding by these niggas Mikey bring that mink with your low body Bentley Put the hood in the fucking trunk and bring the party with me I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down I bang, I bang, I blocka, what you do now? No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No sensitive niggas, I shot you down No bitch-ass rappers, I shot you down No Hypebeast pussies, what you do now? I came, I saw, I conquered, I shot you down Your brain no have no conscious, don't make a sound I came, I saw, I conquered, what you do now? Your brain no have no conscious, what you do? Don't make a sound, bitch