Lyrical Breakdown of Obey Your Thirst - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Obey Your Thirst" 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 "Obey Your Thirst" 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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Nephew, you ready? Chopstarz, OG Ron C, Young Dolph "Obey Your Thirst," chopped up, not slopped up (Ayy, Marc, what it do?) Now pour up some (Trauma Tone) Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw) Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh) Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw) Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her— Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw) Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh) Quarter-quarter million dollars on a white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah) Rich-rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On God) I didn't-I didn't have a job but I had the most work (Trap) All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp (Trap) Come through-come through Doin' one-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap) Waste a-wastе a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swеrve (Shit) Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Shit) Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve I just waste a whole cup of codeine on my Amiris Got this-got this lil' thick bitch textin' me Talkin' 'bout "Come get me" (Catch a Uber) Breakin' down this broccolini, countin'-countin' up this Jiffy (Bread) Coffee cup with Prometh' in it, eatin' Crab-eatin' crab legs at Fleming's (Thirties) Re-up with too many, now the whole hood litty (Lit) Came in this shit screamin', "Fuck a deal" Bet now they feel me (It's Dolph) Bitch I'm, bitch I'm a Memphis nigga I still eat at-eat at Piccadilly (It's Dolph) Pull up in somethin' foreign I top, my top like what's the deal-y? (It's Dolph) Grandma told me, "Never trust a nigga, be independent" (Fuck 'em) I just spent a hundo', mother-motherfuckin' pendant-pendant (Ice) Checkin' in five star hotel, is it-is it pleasure or business? (What?) Never pleasure, always Paper Route business Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw) Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse (Ooh) Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white shirt, T-shirt (Yeah) Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God) I didn't have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap) All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap) Come through-come through Doin' one-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap) Wa-waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve) (Man) Smokin' weed on the top floor at my hotel like, "Fuck it" (Ayy) Told housekeeping keep her mouth closed Gave her fifteen hunnid (Ayy, keep that) She said just give her a blunt and she ain't gon' say Nothin' (A'ight) Then she said, "Can we take a selfie?" Her kids love me Damn (What?), she fucked me up, yes ma'am (Yeah) What the fuck? Stay down 'til I came up (Ayy) Forgiatos match the guts (Ayy) Momma and them ain't want for nothin' Might give you anything but trust (Yep) What's your purpose for hustlin'? A (A), K, what I'm ridin'-ridin' with Today-today, pour my-pour my drink and stop And grab some ice from Chik-fil-A (Po' up) Joker-big joker in the dick, you just a little spade (Damn), ayy Still pourin' syrup, dirty Sprite, obey your thirst (Raw) Saditty, pretty bitch, got my weed in her purse-purse (Ooh) Quarter-quarter million dollars on the white shirt, t-shirt (Yeah) Rich nigga second, I'm a real nigga first-first (On-on God) I didn't have a job but I had the most work-work (Trap) All we-all we used to do is drink Act' and smoke purp-purp (Trap) Come through-come through doin' One-thirty in a brand new 'vert-'vert (Trap) Waste a whole cup of codeine in my lap and swerve (Swerve)