Lyrical Breakdown of The Family - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Family" 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 "The Family" 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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Motherfuckers be sayin' "Say this, but don't, don't say it like that though Say it this way 'Cause you gotta think about all of us, represent all of -" Motherfuckers be - Motherfuckers meanin' niggas I came up with Motherfuckers meanin' myse- I know I should've called you sober 'Cause I'm right back on my own Devil on my shoulder laughin' Sayin', "Kevin, don't forget you're alone" Y'all know it's like, y'all got families But it's so different from my family from Texas I know it's like this, so different Merlyn saw the sugar video, asked if I sold my soul to the devil In some ways I guess I did, because my momma still livin' in the ghetto But any extra signs, yo, yo, that was not on purpose But I get it 'cause it gets dark whenever Hollywood opens the curtain I was way less vanilla when I was still a Texas nigga I was way more Christian when I was still a mormon nigga I was a hungrier artist when Postmates ain't deliver To our house in Laurel Canyon In a mansion, with some niggas I can't stand, man But I gotta hold it down for my new fam, man I gotta hold it down and hold my stance, man God, bring me a different band, man As the checks grew, it became harder to leave Everybody got an ego now, imagine bein' me Competition started off so healthy (bitch) 'Til one day I looked up like, "Damn, you almost better than me" I don't feel guilty from wakin' you up when you sleep I don't feel guilty from cuttin' your verse from this beat I don't feel guilty for heat you caught from my tweets Dead projects I teased from my lack of empathy I feel free when I drink, you don't know shit about me Y'all know shit about me, y'all don't know shit about me Quit talkin' sh- I know I should've called you sober 'Cause I'm right back on my own Devil on my shoulder laughin' Sayin', "Kevin, don't forget you're alone" (alone) Okay, I said my piece, the whole room goes silent Who do I turn to when my thoughts get violent? When my voice goes hoarse, and we all stop cryin' We said, "We'd do this shit for life", now I'm the last one tryin' I know what it's like, but it's so different You tried to keep it alive, oh I'll be fine So, all you gotta do, listen, baby (you tried, woo) You tried to keep it alive (woo) I'll be fine Oh, yes, you did Woo