Lyrical Breakdown of Bottom Of The Map - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bottom Of The Map" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Bottom Of The Map" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.
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(Hey, hey, hey, hey) chyeah
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) told y'all niggas I was gonna keep it street, nigga
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) thug motivation 101, man
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) you already know what it is, yeah, let's get it
It's Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) you already know what time it is
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) get your hoods up, you
I do it for the trappers with the-the-the rocks
And them O-G niggas with the-the-the blocks, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) chyeah
(Hey, hey, hey, hey) you already know, aye
I'm strapped up (aye), I'm iced out (aye)
A nigga play its lights out (chyeah)
Cost a cool quarter million, that's how you'll find me (aye)
Swerving through traffic with them goons behind me (that's right)
Ya betta call ya crew, you gon' need help (help)
Whole car strapped, and I ain't talkin' seat belts (yeah)
Red cross nigga, yeah we draw blood (blood)
Whole team got choppers like a bike club (damn)
I don't get mad (mad), I just get money (money)
And laugh at these fuck niggas 'cause they so funny
All a gangsta do is stay fresh (chyeah)
.45 with the Gucci Teflon vest (aye)
It's Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I do it for the trappers with the-the-the rocks
And them O.G niggas with the-the-the blocks, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I'm on fire, the kids outta control ('trol)
Competition want me to stop, drop, and roll (aye)
Like, I had a flamethrower and some gasoline (chyeah)
Set the city on fire, that's on everything
I walk around like I got a grip in my pants
Yeah, that's about ten stacks half a brick in my pants
Fish scale got Papi on speed dial (dial)
Ya niggas getting raped, ya still getting oil base (yeah)
My flow is bananas, the coop is grape
Evisu jeans with the Bathin' Apes (yeah)
Desert on the pillow, choppers on the night stand (chyeah)
You can roll the dice, play with your life man (aye)
It's Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I do it for the trappers with the-the-the rocks
And them O.G niggas with the-the-the blocks, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
All that tough talk, you just wasting ya breath
Hit ya ass with them things have ya chasin' ya breath (that's right)
You got a loose lips, ya better put a collar on em
Black Chanel frames, I spent a couple dollars on 'em (damn)
Whole zip of kush, just to get my mind right
Grab some roll, see the one, get my sound right (aye)
My money come fast, so that's how I spend it (yup)
Trunk sounded like it got a marching band in it (yeah)
You in the minor leagues, and I'm a heavy weight
Flipping brick house, we call it real estate
Five thousand for the pound, get ya curb service (yeah)
Sell a lot of grass like I got a lawn service (aye)
It's Young Jizzle from the bottom of the map
Got a 50 round clip on the bottom of the strap, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
I do it for the trappers with the-the-the rocks
And them O.G niggas with the-the-the blocks, aye
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)
(Hey, hey, hey, hey)