Lyrical Breakdown of Gutter - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Gutter" 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 "Gutter" 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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Let me walk through a day inside the dope spot Bullet proof cars like the pope got Fingers knockin' at my door, 6AM I hope not That shit be fuckin' with the business when the stove hot Well look at me in the kitchen with the stove top Ziplock bag, distribution to the whole block Shit the whole city We got the Paris Hilton, make your nose pretty Make them fat hoes skinny You got the smoke, we supply the chimney Then we on the porch sippin' Mickeys like I know Minnie Bitch lookin' for mollies? Tell her I got plenty I'm in that cherry red Chevy right outside Denny's You know me, lowkey Window cracked and he blowin' that Ashton Kutch Like he macked Demi You gun talkin'? See that black semi Blood spillin' blood on them black pennys nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter Gutter, gutter Keep it gutter Guess that's my mind frame Niggas can't kill me cause they ain't tryna find Game Even if they was I'm at the Staples, Louboutin frames Feet on the wood, nigga I could trip Lebron James I keep it hood Bandana with that bang bang Red rag .45, that's the same thing I take the same route home in the same lane Same car, same nigga, just the fame changed I walk around like I never heard the same Game Watch Menace To Society but caine caine Then I became king leader of the chain gang Still park my Rolls Royce and hop back on the same train Then hop out on the same street Where the dealers and the fiends eat Where the killers and the everything in-between meet Get your face covered with that white sheet That nigga died over Twitter beef Tryna keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Keep it gutter Tryna keep it gutter Gutter, gutter Nigga that's gutter