Lyrical Breakdown of Scoliosis - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Scoliosis" 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 "Scoliosis" 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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Yeah, Double 0 I catch your bitch and I hit with the Trojan White diamonds like a dove or lotion (woo) Pussy young nigga try fuck with the kid But they can't fuck up nothin', I got on my motion I promise I come for the smoke And Young Double with me and the guns are smokin' I fuck on that bitch, get in motion Got twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (yeah) I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (yeah), scoliosis (woo) Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (woo) I fucked that bitch with a virus (woo) I put the beam on the carbon (woo) I put the Drac' on the charger (woo) Move down that bitch like a Dodger (woo) Racks longer than martyr (swoo) I came to school tardy (woo) I was fuckin' your daughter (Sex) Whole lotta bags (whole lotta bags) FN in the Jag' (F in the back) Put some hoes in the cab Put the child in the trash (yeah) Let it hit like Steve Nash (yeah, yeah) I get lettuce, that's cash (cash) I go 'Vette on they ass I'm not finishin' last (I'm not finishin' last) I'm stackin' my cash up (cash), I was gettin' my bag (gettin' my bag) I was tellin' we playin' but Double 0 tryna spazz (tryna spazz) I don't need my shit cut, it's snakes in my grass (snakes in the grass) I was smashin' the gas (smashin' the gas, yeah) Pussy young nigga try fuck with the kid But they can't fuck up nothin', I got on my motion I promise I come for the smoke And Young Double with me and the guns are smokin' (yeah) I fuck on that bitch, get in motion Got twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (okay) I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (yeah), scoliosis (woo, woo) Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (woo) I fucked that bitch with a virus (woo) I put the beam on the carbon (woo) I put the Drac' on the charger (woo) Move down that bitch like a Dodger (woo) Racks longer than martyr (swoo) I came to school tardy (woo) I was fuckin' your daughter (Sex) My diamonds, they look like water Fuckin' your daughter, Lil Double 0 been lit Everywhere I go, got a chopper Fuck blowin' up rappin', I'd rather just ride 'til I'm rich Get down with a bust down for the one wrist Slime told me the gate out (say what), G6 now the ho lit Uh, since the ho act rich, I put that lil' ho on the move Slime the boy out, get that shit off your wrist Can't get no sleep, I'd rather chase money takin' bricks Got more money than my opps, why the fuck I'm on dick? Don't do no talkin', just pull up with choppers and hit That my twin, we pull up and step on shit Double 0 with the scope with the chopper, I don't need no pick Pen hittin' too hard like a football hit With seven-hundred FBG, YSL Catch a body, you gon' get a bag, don't tell Pussy young nigga try fuck with the kid But they can't fuck up nothin', I got on my motion I promise I come for the smoke And Young Double with me and the guns are smokin' (yeah) I fuck on that bitch, get in motion Got twenty-some karats, my shit out the ocean (okay) I cop me a Cartier skeleton, yeah (yeah), scoliosis (woo, woo) Back to back Lambo' with Taurus (woo) I fucked that bitch with a virus (woo) I put the beam on the carbon (woo) I put the Drac' on the charger (woo) Move down that bitch like a Dodger (woo) Racks longer than martyr (swoo) I came to school tardy (woo) I was fuckin' your daughter Taurus