Lyrical Breakdown of MO CITY FLEXOLOGIST - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Travis Scott weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MO CITY FLEXOLOGIST" 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 Travis Scott 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 Travis Scott's narrative.

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Ah, uh Somebody usual Somethin', somethin', somethin' new It's always somethin' new (Ooh) Uh it's somebody, young nigga steeze Some' 'bout the way the braids on this young nigga breeze Everybody drunk, feelin' numb in the knees Girls want to have fun, have fun with a G When I thought I told you freaks Please move back, give me room, please Nutty broke girls made me sneeze (La Flame) Diamonds dancin' like the Double Dribble Ooh, they love when LaFlame turn five-hundred degrees You might need a psychologist Mo City fle-fle-flexologist (Straight up) Pornographic, shootin' on Metropolis Double-dippin', hope that's not yo' bitch (Not yo' bitch) Damn, these damn Atlanta hoes got me on the pill Yeah-yeah, they down for the thrill (Thrill, dope) Lord, I swear it's so cold at the top, yeah, for reals May LaFlame live forever for real Yeah-yeah, yeah, for real Somethin', somethin', somethin' new It's always somethin' new O-o-o-o-o-o-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh O-o-o-o-o-o-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Run back them simmers I caught through the night I done dirtied the Sprite, I done crushed up the ice Who knew LaFlame make it bigger than life? On the come up, I had to find faith through the lights (Lit) How to book me? They gotta go bigger the price Rock a kilo of gold just to dip it in ice (No) I got kids at my shows, know they with me for life Look at the numbers, been killin' the Mike (Been killin') Yeah, I've been killin' the Mike Just left the Grove, hit the links up with Mike Engulfin', I'm puttin' my grease to this pipe Me and these niggas ain't nothin' alike I got bitches for every single one of my type I got whips for every single one of these nights Becomin' a presi, you veto advice No gettin' Lewinsky, no rollin' the dice (Woo) Show me somethin' new, somethin' new What's flowin' through my veins got me in the mood Past twelve and you in the zoo Tryna show ya (Yeah), show ya, somethin' new Somethin', somethin', somethin' new It's always somethin' new O-o-o-o-o-o-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh O-o-o-o-o-o-oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh (Yeah) Ooh, ooh, ooh (Lit) Ooh, ooh, ooh (No) Ooh, ooh, ooh (been killin')