Lyrical Breakdown of Rotation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Rotation" 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 "Rotation" 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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Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone Watching enemies close; they be doing the most So I go through the motions, yeah... Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts (Yeah, 2 Chainz!) Good head is my motivation Gas her up like a service station Purple drank on you perpetratin' While you perpetrating, I'm renegotiatin' Ah, let me think about it Ah, it's like a bank around me When the soldiers with me it's like a tank around me And I don't like niggas saying "can't" around me - I define the odds Two Glock nines is my bodyguards, ain't nothing slick to a can of oil Roll up, I'm high as fuck, some of you niggas ain't try enough Some of you niggas ain't buy enough, you smoking good, put your lighters up Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone Watching enemies close; they be doing the most So I go through the motions, yeah... Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Uh, a nigga like me don't smoke blunts so I keep those joints in rotation Bad bitches calling the radio, keep my joints in rotation Keep throwing money on her ass, she keep that joint in rotation First I'm in a car and then another car, I keep them joints in rotation And I'm hella faded - getting elevated She give me them good brains - I'm getting well educated Soon as them hoes see my car, they wanna jump right in If you see my crib, you would think I was Malibu Ken Pour a shot or two of gin, go and invite a few friends; We done tried a few things now you tryna move in You ain't gotta dude and so I got a few fans, I'm a roll a few grams and follow through with the plan Hold up! Pour some gin in her cup - she taking shots Bend her down to the front - she taking shots Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone Watching enemies close; they be doing the most So I go through the motions, yeah... Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts One more to get my lungs warm, two more to get me numb to it Let me tell you niggas: feel this, he'll realize I gotta deodorize all the unsure Made millions with Shawn Corey, (Chief) a lot, shout out (Reese) and them Shout out Gleesh and Lil Meech, and peach Ciroc, can't see a nigga writing like an old sharpie Like a nigga out the globe, with a nigga throwed, like a cornerback in the flat, nigga in the zone Like an ornament on a tree, home in the tree; how you gonna eat? Carnivores need beef; well I need Beats Been doing this, been proving it, now these niggas give it up like they do at Lent I just be like "Yep!" then I get a rest, haters trying to fuck with me, give 'em nuts like a stewardess [Singing] Ooooh (hahaha)... tryna stay in my zone (heh) I ain't ready to go, and I thought I was on 'Til I seen Puffy Combs (Whattup Puff?) [Rapping] Five blunts, nigga fired up, nigga might slide off with y'all joint I got some later joints, and now joints, I got emergency hoes, like firetrucks You a wannabe clone, you never authentic, you never boss up, we never see y'all out You be frontin' too hard, you ain't viagra, you just wanna be hard 'til you see all us, ho Ooooh... tryin' to stay in my zone Watching enemies close; they be doing the most So I go through the motions, yeah... Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts Five blunts in rotation, five blunts