Lyrical Breakdown of Still Feels Good - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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This goes out to all sides worldwide Let that playa ass nigga, Twista be yo guide As we go on a ride Hood to hood, chrome, leather, and wood And it feels so good One mornin' I, woke up next to a peanut butter and a caramel chick Feelin' fucked up, flicked out, freaked on Thinkin' about my new truck with tha' deep dish Meanin' deep chrome, deep chrome, in tha deep dome After a massage and a menage, we got in the shower Let water trickle down tha crack of the back of they booty Got out tha tub and went back to the master bedroom One put on Prada, one put on Ludi, I put on Gucci Duty calls, I'm bout to hit tha scene and ball But before I leave, I spray on some Issey Miyake Take my truck up to tha wash, put tha sparkle back on Wax on, wax off like Mr. Miagi Go to tha liquor store so I can get blunts, get yak So I can sip some while I split one Chronicle into every follicle of my body Calmin' down every molecule, makin' sure I don't trip none Hit one Hop in tha' ride, come and kick it wit me So I can take you through tha' so and so hundred block And show you how my people be kickin' it in tha windy city I wanna show you where I hang out at, where we make our scratch While we sit on leather grippin' wood Where tha' hustla's got packs and tha G's got stacks And that pimps got lacks, rollin' through the hood And it feels so good And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my hood Chokin' on a B And switchin' lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' pimpish man Leather and wood Said it feels so good Now I done seen plenty niggas flip twenties Flip twenty-ones, flip twenty-twoes Flip Jordans, flip two-fours Mega ballin', new clothes Momma got a new store, TV screens, hundred-forty spokes And we fittina' roll, right off Madison to the manor In a drop-top Lexus Sippin' henny rollin' reckless Feelin' so motherfuckin' good I could roll my vehicle to Texas And spit it like, this is for tha syrup sippers Gotta slow it down so you feel it, plus it make tha words figure And spit some screwed shit and do shit so that you understand When it come to spittin' rapid-fire lyric Adrenaline then I be the motherfuckin' man, get the love When I hit the club gotta freak in It's the weekend and the DJ bumpin' tatoo Track move like some Southern Black blues Or like tha Cooper, got cruise And they got shoes it's packet-proof instead I be tha hottest rap Dude, ride to this while you peel yo hood You could go around tha block or travel tha whole world When you come back it's still your hood And it feels so good And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my hood Chokin' on a B And switchin' lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' pimpish man Leather and wood Said it feels so good I spit some game wit tha intellect to tha media Like I'm in tha Encyclopedia Brittanica Come and take over tha world wit' me girl If you good I might can see if I can be yo manager Get yo career on track and yo life on point And I'll show you how yo taxes go Tactics flow quicker than a hat-trick go Smokin on some fire, galactic dro I know it's good when you smoke that fire Puff that herb, get that dirt, hit that lick Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bently car Cop yourself a motherfuckin' Bently crib Pop that ass, throw that dick, twork that thing Bust that nut, drop that top, turn the base up Put you a chameleon paint on tha truck Get iced up, bumpin' Twista grooves as I cruise new shoes rollin' smooth up in K-town In my city come and feel it Ghetto Blues If you snooze, you lose don't pay dues for tha Tre-pound Take tha time to kick wit' yo home girls and feel yo nugz Keep on hatin' on tha l, big family We gon' steady come up and Im'a still smoke good And it feels so good And it feels so good Turnin' corners with my pinky man Through my hood Chokin' on a B And switchin' lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' pimpish man Leather and wood Said it feels so good And switchin' lanes is understood I'm a baller livin' pimpish man Leather and wood Said it feels so good Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some Roll one, light one, smoke one, sip some Sip some Sip some