Lyrical Breakdown of Remedy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(Verse 1) As my Daytons spin low-rider sittin low Hittin corners so hard you can taste my rims Ragtop 6-4, Henny in the passenger side Smokin chronic just let me ride You would do it if my name was Dre Second comin mothafucker Throw it up for the king of LA I'm known for makin bitches take they clothes off Long as I'm from Compton, California I could never go soft I'm hard as a mothafuckin ounce of raw Dribble rock like Kobe Bryant bounced the ball Fuck the law Feedin my son is a must Whip it soft, whip it hard In crack we trust Why Andrew Jackson look high as fuck on the twenty? G Answer: cocaine been around for centuries Since I'm young, black and rich I'm the public enemy Ridin the bass drum, Just Blaze got the remedy (Chorus) *Scratching* I got the remedy *Scratching* Aftermath got the remedy *Scratching* Nigga back up, back up, back up, back up 'Fore you get your punk ass smoked (Verse 2) I ain't no joke, G So don't provoke me I'm from the city of angels where that Jacob watch is a trophy An' starin' at that Hollywood sign'll get you straight jacked "Where you from fool?" Better say you pro-black 'Cause walkin in Roscoe's with your chain hangin Is like Giuliani tryin to get rid of the gang-bangers Now that 'Pac passed Tryin to put us on death row Get ready for the aftermath I run through the city like Godzilla Doin more damage than Ice-T when he dropped Cop Killer Pull a shotty out the trunk of the Chevy There go another victim of a 1-8-7 Who's the grim reaper with your life in his hand? Even the toughest niggas run when my gun go blam So kick back and watch the bitches dance N.W.A. is back, now let me see your mothafuckin hands (Chorus) (Verse 3) I'm back by popular demand And so all black interior on a cherry red 6-4 Niggas endin they careers tryin to shut me up Actin like I traded in my khakis for a button up The West coast still pimpin Game still bloodin, and Snoop still crippin So what you sayin lo (?) Red and blue bandana tied in a knot As I creep through the chronic smoke They say it ain't good weed if you don't choke Shit got my head spinnin like the hundred spokes Three-wheelin' through the neighborhood, system on blast As the motherfuckin one-time passed (?) The key to drive-bys is to aim steady Turn that fake (?) into confetti When you cross that enemy line, close your eyes Parental discretion is advised