Lyrical Breakdown of I Remember - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Game feat. Young Jeezy & Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Remember" 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. Young Jeezy & Future 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. Young Jeezy & Future's narrative.

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It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember (I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember) Pop the pussy, don't play with it I don't care if Kanye hit it, I don't care if Jay hit it I'mma eat it up and I'mma lay with it We shot a chopper at the gun range Got stupid cars, got dumb change Red bottoms, let the tongue hang Got an off-white Porsche, cum stain I'm whippin' work (I remember) Roll up that purp (I remember) Pour up that syrup (I don't remember) (How Tunechi had that purple Slushy comin' out that blender) Got a Keisha, got a Rhonda Got a Nisha, got a Tanya Met a Tishaun, met a Honda And I eat her anaconda Got condoms in that condo Got kush greener than Rondo Still hit me up for that blow You already know It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember (I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember) Drop top 'Rari shit, I drove it like I stole it The Lambo in the shop, told my bitch to Range Rove Microwave broke, so a nigga had to stove it Dropped it off to my Auntie, told her hold it I'm posted right now, posted in this Gucci link 7 dead, 30 mill, wonder what Kool G think Quotes not hassles (I remember) Now it's the middle of June, and it's snowing like December If it get into the 'sacs in your hood, I could mend ya' Ya' nigga talkin' reckless on your song, I'll revenge ya' Pull up to the club in a Phantom, I had a vision Break 'em all down on my Hummer, end of vision It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember (I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember) Pop that pussy up in that hydraulics (what's that) 6 4, throw that brick inside a pot and cook it, whip it good though Baking soda inside of her bowl, hey yo, watch me blow Promethazine mixed with a Sprite, poor it foo' Been sippin' syrup all night, and I get higher than a plane Yeah I remember your pussy girl, but I don't know your name I got diamonds hanging off, they can talk of the insane Ever since I gave her that molly, man that girl ain't been the same Better pop pussy for a real nigga That's on the way, I'mma deal with ya I'm a real boss, that real sauce Don't try me bitch, I will floss That's real talk, my top off, I'm throw it off Homo that green plate go (chronic) I hustle take no days off (Future) It's been a long damn time since a nigga sold dope But if you put a brick right in front of me, I remember Makin' sure they in the triple beam, I remember Blow the fully auto magazine, I remember (I done fucked so many bitches that I can't remember names But if you put that pussy right up in my face, I remember Drop that pussy down on the floor, I remember The way she comin' down on the pole, I remember)