Lyrical Breakdown of I BEEN BORN AGAIN - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I BEEN BORN AGAIN" 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 "I BEEN BORN AGAIN" 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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Hot on the deck like I'm wildin' for respect It's a three-peat, CC, bitch, you in the D-League Where you from, though? Can't come around here, this shit is gated We made it, happy belated, I see the race, yeah It's better if I try not to talk about the shit that's always on my mind Money on my mind (That's right), couple hunnids at a time Try to fuck me blind, duckin' down, hear me whine (Ooh) We outside now (That's right), milk carton in the back We don't like to fuck around with the niggas in the back Pullin' triggers in the 'Lac (That's right) Made 'em pray, stay bad Ayy, Dad, Hercules want his fuckin' waves back, stay strapped (Ooh, I like that, that's right) Dancin' like a bad bitch, love on top my mattress Hope the good Lord catch this, I ain't tellin' backwards Lies is like an actor, Hollywood is batshit Mama in the South still, gold all in my mouth still Rappin' 'bout dick still, and I lease a house still Move my nigga out still, need my nephew out here God gave me a good deal Miss my little niggas down low like a big wheel Bitch, I wanna hit still This shit for my partna 'nem, devil keep on robbin' them Expressin' for myself, like I'm fuckin' Dennis Rodman (That's right) Like I'm Dennis Rodman Diamond dentures for my partna 'dem (That's right) Golden rubbers from my pocket, friend Ain't no answer, that's my partna 'dem (That's right) She so bad, I let her touch my butt (Yeah) Merlyn, what the fuck? When I line 'em up, you know that I'm shootin' (That's right) It ain't no one business who or what we doin' (That's right) Hit this gas, they break the glass and keep it movin' Tell you basic bitches, "I know I'm a nuisance" Sugar, yeah, gimme some Gimme dome, I'ma smoke some Y'all ain't want the smoke, been smokin' Garden gnome shrooms, y'all, who is y'all? This what it mean to ball? Okay, Chateau Marmont, Shangri-La Valet parking, drive a shit whip But I ain't broke, bitch Rock my own shit, hit my own switch Watch the clock tick, never ran and hid Tell it like it is Dead on the nail, call me hammerhead Texas 'til I'm dead BBQ and cornbread, like I'm cornfed Here we go again, hit 'em one mo'gin Screwed up from The Woodlands Number six, been through hell, think I'm heaven-sent Ask the preacher man, said I need Jesus, like I ain't know Guess I found him, I am blessed, man Breakin' dividends, let the money stack, see you copycats I ain't trippin', but copy that It's a wrap, keep my distance Where's Waldo, but we winnin' Me and my dogs ain't finished (That's right) The real know, what's a billfold? You can't fold, I stay grinnin' No peekin' Go ahead and try harder You ain't gotta ask to put up with nobody You oughta be ashamed of yourselves Get on your damn knees And pray sometimes with your muhfuckin' ass You oughta be ashamed of yourselves Get yo' muhfuckin' ass on out there That's all you gon' be, a muhfucker You oughta be ashamed of yourselves S-s-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more Send 'em-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more Send 'em-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more They ain't knockin' no more They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more S-s-s-s-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more Send 'em-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more Send 'em-send 'em out the door They ain't knockin' no more They-they-they ain't knockin' no more They ain't-they ain't knockin' no more (That's right)