Lyrical Breakdown of Slow It Down (Feat. Hodgy Beats) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tyler, the Creator weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Slow It Down (Feat. Hodgy Beats)" 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 Tyler, the Creator employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Ace, The Creator O.F Hodgy Beats (Drop it) We come through throbbing like thunder storms Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms I'm too explosive for your ears like I'm throwing bombs With the exclusive on the channel, bitch I know it's on Niggas get mad like cheerleaders, they throw they pom-poms Suck a dick, eat salaam getting they nails done in salons Hodgy Beats is like lip balm If you talk shit, I'll make you cry and tell your big moms I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms Haters must be starving nowadays, I make California Vietnam And I'm going to embalm my creativity Into a CD-ROM, so you can feel this shit I'm on We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!) We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!) We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!) Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?) Slow it down (Drop the drums) Pink chinchilla, something like Thriller My T-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla You niggas all hype like you drink a cup of Splenda But I ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner I'm never the winner, always the loser I don't choose to win, but I will choose her Her kitty-cat fish loves his tuna I never use a fork, I always spoon her Go nuts, instrumental flow much European model white bitch is eating donuts Fuck you faggots, I'm with a fat bitch Making shit come like I'm Go-Go Gadget I'm mental, it's instrumental Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records And I hope this record have you stabbing niggas with colored pencils We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Bring the keys, yeah!) We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow bitches (Bring the keys, oh my God!) We gon' slow it down, you gon' slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?) We gon' slow it down for all you slow niggas (Could you bring the keys? Yeah!) Slow it down, slow it down (Turn it up, nigga, where's the bass?) Slow it down (Drop the drums) Yo, bubble gum that Reese's Pieces You fail at life, I'll mug your teachers I've got Muslims calling on Jesus I fucked Kelly, where is Regis? Found Alicia, now she keyless Cold as ice, and now I'm creamless Murdered every bod from my squad So technically, now I'm teamless O.F. is so prestigious, yeah Um, it's not that hard but Well, for me it's not O.F.M., bangin' on your FM Ace, The Creator Hodgy Beats O.F., yes