Lyrical Breakdown of Heavy Hitters - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Heavy Hitters" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wiz Khalifa weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Heavy Hitters" 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 Wiz Khalifa 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 Wiz Khalifa's narrative.
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Ride around no shirt on, your bitch get lurked on
Her ass look perfect, bend it over now work it
Throw it in a circle, I ain't tryna hurt you
My kush color is purple, tatted up the whole surface
Chains on I'm swervin', top spot I earned it
Hurtin' niggas on purpose
My bitches come with papers in their purses
I got a pound of weed for sale
I use my hand, don't need a scale
Sellin' them all, there ain't none left
Don't call my phone I'm on, you can see the progression
Got B's, got zones
No Z's, I'm always on my job
Low-key, got sauce
Come see the boss
Them trees, we cross, they distributin' overseas, get me involved
I gotta get it for me and my dogs
Naw, I ain't leavin' them off
Diamonds doin' the wave in my charm
Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' where the smoke
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Top spot got that shit, real life pothead shit
Smoked out all the events, long joints all getting tense
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, too much smoke in your lungs
They don't be smoking like this where you from
Pass you another, you look at me dumb
You know that this gas for real
You know they just passed a bill
That's letting me smoke wherever I want
Don't tell me that it's an illegal substance
I'ma put you to the test
I came with a bunch I'ma leave with nothing
When I smoke, I'm out peace, it's custom
Better holdin' that smoke
I'm tryna get high and rollin' these trees for nothin'
I'ma open my window and drop the top, don't care if police is comin'
When I see a bitch, she rollin' with me, you know it's a easy bucket
I'm rollin' that weed, she love it
Glass tip, you don't see the crutches
Fast whip, you don't see the buttons
Bad bitch, she gon' leave her husband
Sad nigga, don't ask no questions
My swag different, my cash bigger I'm on a different level
Might get here if I let you
Might forget that I met you
'Cause you ain't special
Got Kush, it's medical
Everywhere we go, I got one already rolled
Everywhere we go, I know somebody that owes us
Everywhere we go, they be askin' where the smoke
And I pull out the bag, I guess I'ma have to show 'em
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Everyone comin' round, they know I'ma break it down (break it down)
Shout out my young homie, I.D