Lyrical Breakdown of Now I'm High, Really High - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
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- Lyric Overview: Witness how Three 6 Mafia weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Now I'm High, Really High" 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 Three 6 Mafia employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
The indo's creating illusions
The substance infesting my brain cell is causing confusion
I picture teflon in slow motion
Its piercing threw flesh and continues to cruising
Wait think straight, don't haste, paste, penetrate
Face, ace, sake, place, base, damn I think I'm crazed
Terrors the error, no errors within my terror
Are you scared of 6, double S'six demonically elegant elements
A manic depressive aggressiveness, stress me bitch
And you will feel the strength of my weapons kick
Trickery, hickory dickory dock, I smoke top notch bud crop drop
The D, the O, the P, the E, I need the B, the L, the U-N-T
Because that green power flower got much love
I tell you don't fuck with the triple six man 'cause you know that we on them drugs
Damn, I'm going off with this blunt outer space rock
Lord Infamous, I keep clouds of smoke flyin' out my mouth
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Who's that busting up in my do', was way too slow, I hit the flo'
They shot up all my niggas in the kichen flipping dominos
Blood all on my leg, I wiped this shit up to my fucking head
Caught them trizzys slipping, buck them bust 'em bitches dead
Peace out to my niggas Tim and Killa, they're my broadies
My momma said there be day like this but my daddy never told me
And that's why I'm a hard lead twisting on my dreads
I'm scared, a nigga dead, it's in my fuckin' head
Thinking I would hesitate and wait to buck your bitches down
Read up on my tis nigga 'cause I ain't no damn hologram
But I'm clicking with that quickness like a sickness from that Triple 6
Drop you winning a splander, cut you up like Jeffrey Dahmer's bitch
Really high could curly spiring, a nigga tryna flex up this
The motherfucker take you, get some up in your neck
And when see you the Koopsta Knicca, he's a fucking redrum
Run, run, run 'fore I leave your damn body numb
Yeah it's Koopsta Knicca in this motherfucker
I'd like to send this one out to
The motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with
Over North Memphis, South Memphis
To all my motherfuckin' niggas I kick it with at Northside
The real motherfuckers
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out
Now I'm high, really high, man, I'm about to shout
Triple six, triple six, triple six, smoked out