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