Lyrical Breakdown of Out My Face - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out My Face" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Young Thug weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out My Face" 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 Thug 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 Thug's narrative.

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Paparazzi tryna take pics, tell the 4 get the fuck out my face I don't fuck with 12's cause I heard they were listenin' to a nigga's conversations I fucked that nigga's bitch, mane trippin', better tell him get the fuck out my face I got it tucked in my jeans, and I got my nigga Thug with me And he gon' tell you get the fuck out my face [Hook: Young Thug & Boy get the fuck out my face Y'all get the fuck out my face Please get the fuck out my face Someone get him out my face Please get the fuck out my muh'fuckin' face Please get the fuck out my muh'fuckin' face Please get the fuck out my muh'fuckin' face Bitch get the fuck out my face Hundreds stashed in Robin's, I won't tell nobody I won't touch your body, ass soft as jelly I'm the real Tony Montana, I got 50 naked bitches on the banana boat Luxury, sunny, Young Thugger need loc's, my water heavy I need me a float He got them birds in a fender bender Thugger let your bitch suck him up in rentals Call me with the deal like a fuckin' pickle I just went platinum like a fuckin' nickel How you think I wasn't gon' go? How the fuck you feel I ain't gon? Everything I say, I stand up to it Nigga count ill like he fuckin' Jewish I can't read substituted rights Get the fuck out my face or else we fight I hate that we the next superstars boy If you don't know why, tell 'em Quan What it do, fool? Freeband gang, you know what we do Future Billie Jean reincarted These bitches fascinated, with my conversation, my lingo Get a load of me, have you hallucinatin' I'm hypnotizin' ladies I got 'em in the Matrix Fresh out the yam spot, gon' pull the Lam' out Gon' pull your cam out, never blend in Cause I always stand out, when I came out Brought a swag out, and some bands out Them two cups are dirty, my necklace on a birdy And I ball before the Hall of Fame, James Worthy And I'm drinkin' on Magic, yellow purple You can have a sip, if you get dirty