Lyrical Breakdown of RZA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "RZA" 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 "RZA" 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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Yo, yo I was talkin' to my mom the other day And she was tryna give me advice about everything that's goin' on, some shit And I get so lost in my motherfuckin' head, and I be thinkin' I try to turn to some- try to turn to somethin' like Few bars, let's hear me out, hear me out, hear me out, hear me out It's like, yo, yo (yeah), yo, yo I know I got to be (come on) More like RZA, B (come on, come on) My mama asking me (woo) "Ian why don't you keep the band together? (Woo) I know it's hard, but keep the band together (come on) Me and your dad were fighting, we stayed together (come on, come on) Even once we split, we stayed together (woo, woo) Be like your mom and keep the fam together" All of the songs where I dissed my mom Helped me help her stay in her home Now I'm finna lose my home So never diss where you come from I've gotta keep the American flag Texas where I'm from, got the drums in my bag Bum-biti-bum-biti-bum-biti-bum Bum-biti-bum-biti-bum-biti-bum Mom, I'm feelin' new, my hate for you is through The things that we went through, I wish that I could do It all over again, be real all by myself 'Cause now I lost my friends, but I fuck with myself This is what I do whenever I feel excited This is for my people outside who ain't invited This is what I do whenever I feel excited I love it, I love it, I love it (yeah) (ooh, ooh, ooh) I know I got to be More like RZA, B My mama asking me (woo) "Ian why don't you keep the band together?" (Woo) You know what's so funny, y'all on RCA right? Yeah As a, as a, I mean, as a major? Yeah That's what Wu was on (Referring to the relationships we've encountered) (I thought we agreed not to talk about those)