Lyrical Breakdown of O.G. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tech N9ne weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "O.G." 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 Tech N9ne 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 Tech N9ne's narrative.

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Raised in the middle of the land, full of barbecue stands And the brothers throw hands Everybody gritten, gettin' grands Kansas City, we're the pretty women, make you say dwam Kicks it like a donkey 'cause we famous Wicked women want me because I came up This is where the homies trip and say what Yo, we from the show, we get my money, put a pay up Got on my 501s and my gritter posture I fit her proper, if she papered, I'm in her choppers Lettin' her know this Nina dinner cost her And I'm finna squash her, so animal like someone better get her doctor These boys born and raised in KC M-I-Z-Z-O-U But once in a while I hit the L.K. for ladies 'Cause they straight B-A-K-U Then back to Kansas City where is gates all on they plate We think about it and we crave it when we vacate I represent the M.O. and all the way to K state Call me Tech N9ne, but teachers and students call me A. Gates I'm hella fine, like the food at Ollie Gates Strawberry baked, bean mixed plate So everybody just bounce rock skate Can't wait (O.G.) Ollie Gates O.G. like Ollie Gates O.G. like Ollie Gates O.G., Ollie Gates O.G., baby This is Kansas City, we be scountin' pretty young things Yo, we got ourselves in Like done deal, I'm a popper blousin' Get her hot and ready listenin' to Roger Troutmen Rest in peace baby, seven this beats crazy Teach babies, we used to listen to this at least 80 We Kansas City steppin', no question We reppin' 56 and 57, we know that if he jeffen then he's shady K.C.K.'s gates got the chicken wing This'll bring traffic where the people really put the clip in things So you better be listening 'cause the don is sniffin' green This is the mission get ya when you're hittin' your nicotine They got your money man, and you know that they ain't Somethin' delicious, yeah you know the trey say gates That's the place where they come and getcha if the pay late But I stay great because everybody's bangin' the A. Gates I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates Strawberry baked, bean mixed plate So everybody just bounce rock skate Can't wait (O.G.) Ollie Gates O.G. like Ollie Gates O.G. like Ollie Gates O.G., Ollie Gates O.G., baby Northside, where is you? (Hey) Southside, where is you? (Hey) Eastside, where is you? (Hey) Westside, what it do? (Hey) Tech N9ne, ain't nobody's sauce like this Ain't no other barbecue boss like this The feel rellas might cost quite a bit Ya, we do it, but the fire ain't brought like this O.G. told me go see If them other cities, Q is G-O-O-D But he knew that I'd find out slowly Just like my KC barbecue, they cannot hold me A. Gates I'm hella fine like the food at Ollie Gates Strawberry baked, bean mixed plate So everybody just bounce rock skate Can't wait Now everybody say La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Now everybody say La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la Damn, what? I think I need air!