Lyrical Breakdown of Gullible - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Would you believe that? If you read that? Ohh TV killed the radio TV killed the radio, haha Let's get it What if they told you this music was bogus? The government run it, they controllin' the culture Would you believe that? Hah If you read that? Haha, yeah What if they told you the iPhone was tapped? They see all of your browsin' and know you via your apps And internet soldiers, everybody was carrying Macs What if they said Obama wasn't a red He actually got a good ass tan and the swag to appear black, haha Would you believe that? Niggas impeach that, look How bout they tell you you dyin' if you ain't voting? So now your go put one in, relying off that emotion and believe that, haha You know you do with your weak ass, hah, hah What if they make a list? Telling you what is dope Telling you what's hip but never let they mother jump Part in the flow with consistence control they many souls Althought it's niggas, it's loaded by television shows Opinions show but most to us they null and void A little gossip make little people feel more important Some don't believe somehow they need it for the allure A lot of bull is a pot of gold to the gullible I turn down the radio just to turn the tv on (on, on) I live my whole life in stereo, always singing my old song (song, song) As it flooooows intooooo my vein (wake up, wake up wake up) As it flooooows intooooo my vein (wake up, wake up wake up) TV killed the radio TV killed the radio TV killed the radio And then the internet slit the television throat And the world star model fell up out the orbit And for that broad, a rapper now is behind his mortgage And other rappers would visit shawty, shawty keep goin' And everybody be laughin' at him, he doesn't know it 'Cause he believed her Thought he couldn't be G'd by such a sweet girl News flash, news flash, it's a cruel world No one is too thorough to lose it all to a girl, uh What if they told you your chick was a groupie You know, like a ho, the type that be choosing You gon' play it like nah homie, soon as the car pull up Tell her you'll holler at her, say get in and goin' lose it, uh TV killed the radio, uh TV killed the radio TV killed the- And then the internet slit the television throat When I moved forward I gave birth to several episodes Our generation is cursed, we got too many clones We just believe they gon' repeat what we just told And all that bullets a pot of gold to the gullible Ralph! Stockley, juice things up a little bit Turn me up some more, baby; I'm rockin' now I'd like to thank all the beautiful people that came out here tonight Miss Reese, I see you in the back baby, Oh yea You hear that? Uh, hear the Dap Kings in the back? Young Dallas. hah, I feel good right now I just want something bout people but I appreciate Hard to believe it, you done Yaknowhatimsayin'? I ain't the third lil pig but I can show front you some bricks Ya know what? Nigga, why do you think they call me Lil Coke James? Niggas now and days wanna go to the NBA, nigga this is my gift Niggas shootin on my block all day everyday, I'm already NBA Got fiends jumpin from the free throw line, like Michael Jordan And why you think I got all of these J's on my feet? Niggas I got whips! Niggas I got more whips than my slave great great great great great great great great grandfather That's because I'm on the block 24/7, 365, rain sleet hail or snow