Lyrical Breakdown of Phoenix - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how A$AP Rocky weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Phoenix" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that A$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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Bloody ink on my pad spelled suicide Michael Jackson even passed cause you scrutinized Fuck illuminati lies, say I'm lucified Baptised in the gutter, motherfucker you decide Cause the ride come with doors that be suicide Or the thighs on my whores, they be super-sized Good and bad having wars, nigga, choose a side Now all hail to the Lord like you do to God Who am I, Lord Flacko Painting vivid pictures, call me Basquiat, Picasso Capo Head Hancho, now my following's colossal Ain't no boxer, Pacquiao, but got the chopper todo caso It's like you heard, God spoke, I've seen the ghetto gospel The choir like my reefer and the preacher got my eyes low Sister Mary Jane to make me sleep from singing high notes The bible or the rifle, goodnight folks Bloody ink on my pen spelled suicide Kurt Cobain even died cause you scrutinize It's a fine line between truth and lies Jesus Christ never lied, still was crucified That's why I never judge another nigga Life's a bitch, but that bitch in love with other niggas 3 to a bed, sheets, no covers nigga Dirty kitchen, no supper in the cupboards nigga Sucker niggas, wassup with niggas? So my new attitude is like "Fuck them niggas!" I grew up with niggas but don't fuck with niggas I don't trust them niggas, ain't got no love for niggas Had the gold grills shining like them southern niggas Kept it trilla, now the whole world fuckin' with us Meanwhile you treated all of us like other niggas Now your world is in my palm, take cover niggas If I shall ever fall, Lord pick me up Ever since a baby, two deuce in sippy cups Ever since them diapers and my zip-me-ups Now I'm walking on my own, y'all, wish me luck Where do we lie Tell me where do we stand Where do we go It's all part of the plan Where do we lie Tell me where do we stand Where do we go It's all part of the plan