Lyrical Breakdown of LIQUID - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LIQUID" 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 "LIQUID" 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 grew up all alone, my mom and dad fightin' I moved around a lot, I did a lot of fightin' I met my friend Ian, I seen a lot of cyphers I did a lot of writin'− Watch my uncles duck indictments I'm used to ramen noodles, victims of mental illness Products of neighborhoods with broken souls and wounded spirits Don't judge me by appearance (I moved to California) Started gettin' paid (Nigga, you broke,) shit's already borin' Dashin' to the money like a hyphen Fuck a pipe dream, man, had this shit when I was in my diapers Burnin' through my diapers, hot shit It was hot shit, back when niggas lookin' for the Loch Ness Stuck 'round dip spittin' assholes, make they mamas bashful Got holes in my pockets so my shoes full of cash though Cigar, Fidel Castro, car full of Castrol See the sunset when I backstroke, can't swim but I could act though I was playin' rock paper scissors with imaginary friends Imagine havin' no friends, ay I was playin' rock paper scissors with imaginary friends, ay Imagine havin' no friends, man I was playin' rock paper scissors with imaginary friends Imagine havin' no friends, man... ay, ay Imagine havin' no friends, man