Lyrical Breakdown of ALASKA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how BROCKHAMPTON weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "ALASKA" 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 BROCKHAMPTON 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 BROCKHAMPTON's narrative.

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I used to work for people I made a couple hundred dollars Wasn't worth it even, I'm worth a hundred thousand Not dollars but diamonds, I am mud out the bayou Rip a page out the Bible, come and crucify me I'm a long way from home and this ain't Yellowstone I trade a white bitch for catfish and yellow bones This from the catacombs, this for the broken homes From the south side of cities where my granny home I moved to California, I bring a Grammy home I call up bill collectors, "Leave my fuckin' family 'lone" We left the corner store on the way to caviar The coupe is mustard colored, what the fuck is Grey Poupon? Young K.A., never quit your day job, uh I bring the love to work, I need the day off, uh I need the, this hard work should pay off, uh The lights stay off until my mind is made up, uh A young Zuckerberg, I wake up and make stuff, uh These niggas copy us, they really need to pay us, uh I'm from the city where your neighbors fight back You talkin' shit, we bring that work right to your lap I love my niggas like white people love rap We make the shit you'll probably never say on track again Walked through doors all my life Just to close them Tore down walls all my life Here's to the other side A whole new life (Feeling the brand new feeling) (Feeling the brand new feeling) A whole new life (Feeling the brand new feeling) (Feeling the brand new feeling) A whole new life (New feeling) (Brand new feeling, brand new feeling) A whole new life (New feeling) (Brand new feeling, brand new) (Brand new, brand new) (A whole new life) Back when I was hustlin', ain't get no love from them (Uh) (A whole new life) I paid my own bills and came up with the illest shit (Uh) (A whole new life) I was tryna find a way to get my family out of it (Uh) (A whole new life) Spent my days in basements tryna write a motherfuckin' hit Nowadays he's stumblin', they show such love to him I shut it down to every show, we set the precedent I'm just tryna show these niggas, life is on some other shit Keep your head high, smile when the trouble rumblin' I don't do what they say, it's unorthodox Like bears sharin' porridge inside with Goldilocks Like Ozzy with no Sharon, he just called his parents So fuck what I'm doin' and fuck these damn critics You should think for yourself, that shit is cancerous Get my head rubbed by fingers of fuckin' hand models Middle finger, fuck the hair up at all our concerts Maybe if I cared less, I'd wear a hair net But now my eyes, ten million by twenty five Dropped out of Lone Star, booked flight from Lone Star Was workin' a couple jobs and quit, became a star, uh