Lyrical Breakdown of Distorted Records - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Distorted Records" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$AP Rocky 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 A$AP Rocky's narrative.

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Uh, uh I can feel the bass, from the ceiling to the basement I don't feel a thing, get the fuck up out my face, bitch I don't feel a thing, yeah I'm faded, yeah, I'm shaded I don't feel a thing, I can feel the bass, I can feel the bass Distorted, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted records, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted records (what more distorted records do you have?) First things first, I done heard the worst things Like if I'm in your top ten, mine's better be the first name Out your mouth, ain't even worth saying Little niggas is my offsprings They deserve a nigga first name, middle name, surname From another planet, birthplace, Cloud 9, hello earthlings My newest President an asshole I guess that's why I'm leaving turd stains My ex used to chill with bad tings All they talked about was bird things Tried to put them on to Bad Brains But bird hoes got the bird brains Everything I do groundbreak Big body make the floor break Big bass make the world shake Flacko out here causin' earthquakes, uh Uh, I can feel the bass, uh, I can see the fakes Word to T.D. Jakes, uh, word to Pastor Ma$e and Kirk Franklin Fuck what niggas think, I'm about the bank Comma, dollar signs, I'm about my Franklins, I can feel the bass Distorted, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted records, distorted records (I-I can feel the bass) Distorted records (uh)