Lyrical Breakdown of Mass Appeal - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mass Appeal" 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 "Mass Appeal" 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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Lil 2 minute joint
Rest in peace Guru
Its cold as shit in this booth
I got that mass appeal
I like to ask the bad bitches if they ass is real
I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill
I give her vicodin relief you just an aspirin pill
I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win
They fuck with the message but they don't fuck with my etiquette
Its somethin they never get, but fuck it I represent
So I don't kid around like I'm searchin for surrogates
With no effort I'm iller, they won't breath what I'm spittin'
I'm controlling the air, like a Drizzy decision
I'm a gentlemen women tell me my wisdom is different
Lyrical pictures, they used to have a windowless vision
Fuck it its MMG, Ima cross of def poetry and potentry
I do it my way, mofuck' what ya'll say
And these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday
Enemies sleep, nigga eat with ya, talk to ya
Walk with ya close enough until they get they teeth in ya
My heart livin, got silver lining to soft women
And real niggas gone see they end before they see a limit
Ambition, its a lot of people get it
Lord knows that four door fit eight women
Lappin' up bitches while literally lappin' all you niggas
Decathlon em, maccin' on em
Black power range rover, mofuckin' mastodon 'em
The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
People be tellin' me I need me an african woman
I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one
Give orgasm's to women who scared to ask me to hold em'
Reputation is vital when you facin your rival
I'm from the side where silly niggas hate or they like you
Confused admirers go russel with bryant
I put this J in your face get a whiff of this michael
Mass Appeal and this bag I hit got me Alaskan Chill
I like my glasses full, as if my eyes is big
And fuck you don't look up to me, my girl is 5'6"
I got some fire and shit
I got some woods in yellow, to the burbs I'm ghetto
In the hood I'm well-o over they head sometimes
Guess I'm ahead of my time
I swear I put this shit down without a gimmick or lie
I'd rather live in a prison setting then live in a lie
And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie
A couple posites I got, even penny'll stop
And I keep put em on punishment they won't ever come out