Lyrical Breakdown of Freedom - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Elijah Blake weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Freedom" 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 The Game feat. Elijah Blake 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 The Game feat. Elijah Blake's narrative.

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Holdin' my daughter in the booth

Her momma out there somewhere in that Bentley tryin' to find a roof

Poof, I wave my wand and here comes Kendrick

Niggas say the west ain't winnin', I'm just tryin' to find the proof

Speakin' of Proof, I'm 'bout to roll one with Snoop

Blow the smoke out to your memory and toast to Eminem

Cause he, gave me the shit that I needed on Documentary

Keep it real with myself, I got murdered like John Kennedy

But that was cool cause I was just there for the energy

Watchin' Bizarre pop pills while 2Pac in my hennessy

First time in Detroit, had to rock the Grant Hills

Cause I threw up my dukes when California was at a stand still

But hope ain't lost cause Dr. Dre the man still

Had faith in me, knew I had heat like an anvil

Ran through entire crews, put their remains in a landfill

And I ain't lost the hunger, I'm eatin' out the can still

Yeah, wherever Hov and Nas at in the world right now

I know they listenin' like

This young nigga be killin' this shit

Hip-hop is life's ciroc I'm 'bout to drop a pill in this shit

Let's go, esco bars nigga, like Nas nigga

The flow is Rakim with the Birdman cars nigga

Hold on I gotta take Birdman's call nigga

Stunna, whattup blood?

"Whattup blood? What's poppin' my nigga?

Look, I know this the last one after this it's straight Cash Money, my nigga

So, it's YMCMB, wild life my nigga, let's get it poppin'"

Rich game

? One hunnid

Suwoo

New coupe, remove roof

I'm from where niggas'll do your bitch and bitch niggas'll do you

Inevitably we take celebrity bitches and run a chu-chu

We puttin' on magnums, taggin' that wagon, some of these birds kookoo

And murder is what I do to

These Just Blazes, Kanyes, shit on Swizz, I handle my biz

The whole world know what I do to Dre's shit

Niggas know I'm classic, I ain't even gotta say shit

Frank Ocean more of a man than you niggas, get up off that gay shit

Fuck copyin' styles, niggas be tracin'

Whether it's me, the movie, or Jadakiss, niggas just can't fuck with Jayceon

So let's go

Laa, da da da dup da ah

Thought you love me before

I'm glad?

Every hood needs an anthem

Laa, da da da dup da ah

Winning comes with a price

No matter how hard you try

Can't buy freedom

We're far from being free

Yea we're far from being free

We're far from free

Wanna welcome everybody to Jesus Piece

After my album fades, my competition will lyrically be deceased

Niggas saying I'm underrated

Like a younger Jay with heat, but not the ones the Thunder play with

So Los Angeles King is sort of an understatement

Let me find a gun up here, [when?] I leave you niggas under pavement

Tell 'em they rent's due, pay up or get cement shoes

All this dope be around, you act like I ain't lean on that fence too

But now you up here and bitches and cars is what I'm into

You wanna send me to God, I wear 45 in that French shoe

I fuck with Wale, Ross, and my nigga French too

And me and Face just slashed the last beat up like a ginsu

My album like a 'Rari, a lot of dope features

Glad you bought it, now sit back and just blow reefer

I know the concept behind it is gon' reach ya

Now turn this mufucka up and blow speakers

Ladies and gentleman

I would like to introduce to you

An incredible gentleman

He goes by the name Elijah Blake

Let's go

Laa, da da da dup da ah

Thought you love me before

I'm glad?

Every hood needs an anthem

Laa, da da da dup da ah

Winning comes with a price

No matter how hard you try

Can't buy freedom

We're far from being free

Yea we're far from being free

We're far from free

And last but definitely not least

I wanna send a special shout out, to my nigga James Harden

Another Los Angeles nigga carrying rockets

Ballin' on you bitches