Lyrical Breakdown of A Goat & A Dolphin - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Dolph weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "A Goat & A Dolphin" 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 Young Dolph 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 Young Dolph's narrative.

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Glizock (Core) (Let the band play) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah Ayy Still on that gang shit, no lame shit, no, I can't trust a thot (uh-uh) I'm paper chasin', my bank big, you can tell just by these rocks (bling) You know I pop shit, I talk shit, 'cause I gets a lot of guap You know my neck and wrist is real water, yeah, Alkaline and Voss (yeah) Uh, money, money, money gettin' taller and these choppas we got is the largest Yeah, Mr. Glock, lil' bitch, I'm the sergeant You don't really, really, really want problems Nah, you don't really, really, really want problems Send you to the gates, nigga, motherfuck a doctor Choppas on choppas, you don't wanna get chopped up Who is that? Yeah, it's a goat and a dolphin, uh (yeah) Choppas on choppas, yeah Choppas on choppas on choppas on choppas (fire) Smoke like a Rasta (yeah), my bitch ass fat and so is my pockets (yeah) Everybody know (what?), I keep a bankroll on me and a rocket Uh, ain't no leg, no (uh-uh), I'm aimin' straight at your motherfuckin' noggin (fire) Yeah, yeah, no innocent bystanders, I hit my target (got 'em) Keep a chopper in the closet (uh) I brought my fire in the party (uh) Wear Chrome Heart like Ed Hardy (damn) Promethazine, it got me nodded (damn) Baby, look just like a goddess (bad) But I don't give a fuck 'cause I'm heartless, yeah, yeah (what the fuck?) Uh, I'll never change 'cause I'm just too solid (yeah) Stuck in my ways, got a pistol in the party (yeah) Dumb, dumb money, I'm goin' retarded I'm havin' my way and they say I'm toxic I'm straight off the block, I ain't never had a wallet (uh-uh) Two straps on me, yeah, Drake and Josh (bah-bah) Ayy, shout-out to my opps (yeah) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, middle fingers to the cops (yeah) These niggas hatin' on the kid (what?), tell these niggas stop (yeah) I told my teacher, "When I grow up, I wanna be like Glock" Now it's a couple years later, bitch, look at your boy I just pulled up in that Lambo truck, nearly fucked my door Bitch, I get that dough, I get that dough, I can get a new one These bitches and these haters know what's up, yeah, they know it's up (Glizzock) I be throwin' bullets just like Brady, come and catch a slug Throwin' bullets just like Brady, throwin' bullets just like Brady Fry your ass like some bacon, fry your ass just like some bacon (bah) Seen him on the E-way, flipped him, now I don't think he gon' make it Now I ain't the type of nigga to ask for shit 'cause I'ma take it At my spizzot, countin' mula, bitches walkin' around naked Remember I used to share my clothes with my cousin, I used to hate it (damn) I went, found me a plug (run it up), motherfuck that paycheck (fuck all of that) Everyday I wake up (what?), I'm like, "Where that cake at?"