Lyrical Breakdown of Upper Echelon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Upper Echelon" 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 "Upper Echelon" 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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Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
We so high, upper echelon (straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon
Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
We so high, upper echelon (straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon
Dozin' off them Xannies, just popped a bandie
Wave rock like Atlantic, froze like Atlantic
Party at the Sphinx, damn that's so outlandish
She gon' make it clap, clap, throw them bands
Walkin' through the Waldorf they know my name here
Dropped out, got signed, got mom house all in the same year
Don't you come around me, ain't got the time, B, naww
Watch me do the Randy, touchdown
Knew how much I get, think La Flame the golden child
Ridin' right behind her, pull up beside her
We poppin' champagne, damn you apple cider
Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
We so high, upper echelon (straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon
Aight Travis, let get it, Hustle Gang, nigga
You niggas a mess, I swear you best show some respect
Or else I guarantee you'll get wet
You fuckin' with us, I suggest you invest in a vest
A choppa no less than a tech
You niggas want trouble in that I'm the best
They just wanna talk, I ain't finna do that
I just might pull up wherever you at
Put my foot in your ass and a hole in your hat
Okay, hol' up, let me freeze up
These niggas must have caught amnesia
My face card in these streets cuh
A-1 credit, no Visa
Excuse me shawty don't get me started
If yo' shit sick, my shit retarded
Motherfucker can't see the tree but before I get wrong
Get shot then leave 'em in the forest
Boom, wait 'til the end of the Earth
Just to get my check, interfere, get hurt
Hey, first thing first, this what I do
I'm a king motherfucker, whoe the hell are you?
Check suckas off top, I bet I do
Hustle Gang in it, bitch, you better lay down fool
We crème de la crème fuck them fuck niggas
Top shelf upper echelon, can't fuck with us
Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
We so high, upper echelon (straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon (damn)
2 Chainz
Uh, pull up in the 'Rari, my hoe beside me
It's a two seater, your bitch can't ride, hoe I'm sorry
Let's get it jumpin', call it center court
On the loud, you can smell that scent on me in court
Just beat the case, call it Larry Holmes
On the plane with your bitch and a carry on
I do it for my city, then I fly away
I can see tomorrow, I'm so high today
I told 'em let's pray, I keep killin' verses
Yo bitch with me, she wearin' killer purses
Pull out that seven, Mac-11
Pastor, reverend, Versace heaven
Pull out the zip, pull out the roll (ride out)
We so high, upper echelon (straight up)
We so fuckin' high, upper echelon (damn)
La Flame, straight up!