Lyrical Breakdown of Jodye - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Jodye" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Bitch motherfuckers trying to fake it trill Sneak diss you just to make a bill Now the world won't take you serious When I met you, you was painting nails Leave a motherfucker layin' still B-bang him with the stainless steel Cause I'm making the order Laugh at the altar, pullin' a Lord up Don't get someone sawed up Your brain in a sawdust, niggas is washed up I bang out in Florida Shoot in Miami, goons out in Georgia Been to New Orleans But still a New Yorker, nigga the talk of Town, nigga we bossed up Bounce, but when you talk to the Lord Of course you're forced to Bow down like a motherfuckin' peasant Still that pretty motherfucker And you know Harlem's what I'm reppin' nigga Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas cause I'm down for my niggas Fuck them other niggas, I'll ride for my niggas I'll die for my niggas, man, fuck them other niggas! Gettin' faded, hair gettin' braided, Sophie sniffed a line of ye Playin' spades, bumpin' Jimi Hendrix "Purple Haze" A 40 to the face, call my homies from around the way Give me that pussy, I'll be on my way But grab the jimmy so the bitch don't get no cash up out me Pretty nigga, I'm a jiggy nigga, ask about me Fuck niggas talkin' trash about me But you know I toke a gauge, it can make any problem go away Talkin' Jay, talkin' Ye, that mean you niggas talkin' cray Razor blade across your face, I fix my face then walk away I guess then there's nothin' more to say Trill nigga to the death, whether Hell or the pearly gates I think back to my early days Whippin' and pinchin' that broad dough It's a bit different now, switchin' and flippin' that raw flow Substance get me higher, reefer and some fire The devil is a liar, biased preachers shall retire Jesus walked on water, I'm preachin' to the choir Long live A$AP, now bow to your Messiah, bitch! Let the Lords toast with the Lords Toast to the Lords When come Gods, come Lords Lords! Lords! Lords! Oh Lord! Toast to the Lords! As we live this day, please pray for us When comes the saints, comes the evils, brings the Lords