Lyrical Breakdown of Only in America (feat. Party Supplies) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Only in America (feat. Party Supplies)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Action Bronson feat. Party Supplies weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Only in America (feat. Party Supplies)" 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 Action Bronson feat. Party Supplies 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 Action Bronson feat. Party Supplies's narrative.

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Only In America Action Bronson I'm focused, man, I swear I'm focused. These mothafuckas don't know, I'm the mothafuckin' golden child. Uh huh Anywhere I go, you know you're goin' with me Bobby and Whitney without the sniffin' Dog your bitch look like Eddie Griffin I'm three wheelin', keep the Chevy tippin' Big bearded Buddha bangin' bitches in Bermuda Barry Bonds, barracuda, Chattanooga Back alley shooter, black Balley booter Catch me jumpin' out the plane like a black puma Stoned, pump Depeche Mode Man all I see is red snow Left my man with a headstone on Edgecombe He was goin' for the glory and the end zone Just another sob story cause the pen's cold Am I gonna sell my soul? That depends, ho Man the vehicle's a rental, speak gentle Mink sweatsuit Stab your father while he's pissin' in the men's room Only in America Just can't seem to get you off of my mind Only in America All that seems we're goin' nowhere Only in America And I just can't seem to get you off my mind [?] land of the free All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere All that seems we're goin' nowhere Goin' nowhere, nowhere NYC what the fuck is goin' on? These mothafuckas won't play my song They sayin' that we soft, they sayin' that we fell off They sayin' that these other fuckers better than us, you gotta be kiddin' A bunch of pussies, when you piss, you gotta be sittin' You tie your hair in a bun and shirt in a knot You got the urge to suck the cock of Serge Ibaka Pictures of naked rappers hangin' in your locker You and your father never played catch, he taught you how to twerk Since I've been on the Earth I've been lightin' up And I've been all around the world twistin' dykes and purp Shit, light the earth