Lyrical Breakdown of LVL - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "LVL" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Clams Casino, nigga A$AP Mr. Pistol Popper, Flacko locked and loaded Life's a bitch and she pussy pop, know why? Cause I got her open That pussy soaking, fuck is you promoting? Yeah, you claim you rage, you hating like you live in Oakland All my rap town niggas with the roof back Introduce you niggas to the new swag Make you say a nigga blew up too fast Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new ass? Fuck I'm 'sposed to do with all this new cash? Thousand dollar drawers just to hold my balls All I ever do is let my jewels sag Pac gone, but the "Juice" back Get your popcorn, juice, snacks It's a movie nigga, with a new cast Get the news flash, that the truth back This is boom bap, mixed with new raps Look at all the niggas that I blew past Hood by Air, to the do-rag Nigga make way for the new jacks It's Mr. Pistol Popper screaming, "Fuck a copper" I just bought a crispy choppa, finna fuck your block up, blocka! Even cracked the pavement that's for niggas hating I been impatiently waiting to show you niggas Satan All this talk of Illuminati ain't got a clue about me Bitch I'm Trillmaluminati and got my crew behind me Shooters round me, keep them looters round me Keep a tool around me, it'll keep you fools from round me Couple of them dudes surround me With a gat, with a strap in a backpack When they cap cap, leave you flat, better back back On a fast track, ratatat, nigga that's that Nigga pass that, finna ash, where the hash at Got a Kat Stacks with a ass, finna smash that Make 'em catch that, A$AP, then I pass that Off to my niggas then she ask, "Where the cash at?" I see dead people, I need dead people Lord Pretty Flacko, bitch, I behead people Kneel and kiss the ring, all hail the King Long Live A$AP put that on everything Alright, mothafucka Alright, A$AP