Lyrical Breakdown of Basquiat - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah (Statik Selektah) That's the, that's the shit Let me hear my voice a little bit loud on the thing, yo D.I.T.C in this bitch, Coca Talk about your faults, yeah, uh This is bad intentions, I'm pullin' up if I'm in your mentions You wan' rump, I gives it up and stomp you senseless Joey Crack, place your hand on the holy MAC Only facts is given for niggas maxin' in prisons I move dope, that white, call it Aryan eights You know, time is money and I'm very impatient I could tell you 'bout the walls that be movin' and shit Sealed up the sheet rock, all the proof in the piff You want static but less automatic, it's the young Prodigy Show you 40 sides of Joe when bringing havoc You want bars, well, it's truly nothin' I break a leg every time I tear it down, no Boogie Cousins I'll be swimmin' with the dolphins when I'm back in the crib Shit, I should bring a coffin every time that I spit I burn it down like Notre Dame anytime, no flow's the same TrillStatik is Illmatic, the hall of fame (the hall of fame) Call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Basquiat, yeah) If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat (Basquiat, Kush God, bitch) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat, Big Bun, yeah) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat, uh (Basquiat) My mind scribblin' thoughts is invisible art Fuck the political talk, I been sippin' on Bach Bless the room way before my stoney spiritual starts As I kick it with y'all, my phone ringin', got a lick from my dawg These niggas cappin', that's a different facade Shit, my livin' is art, this Sour Diesel is my business card Hit the mountains, took a hunnid to chill You can't trick us neither, we know all the numbers for real Indie nigga like fuck a deal, I pay mines and my mother bills That privilege alone is worth a hunnid mill (really) Street nigga gettin' a lil' money still Gotta watch out for the Fredos and the Henry Hills (right) They'll never survive in the yard They'll be finished way before I stuff this bud in the 'gar Keep a holster, he can stomach the charge Extra ounces in every pound, shit, that's the grower's regard Yeah Call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Basquiat) If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Basquiat, I'm comin' in right there) Hol' up, I got an ounce sittin' in front of me I'm about to sit back, relax and roll a blunt or three And then a joint or two, and when I'm finished, I'ma point at you With bud that's only smoked by an anointed few You inhale the sensimilla then you feel a Little bit triller, pass the tequila You take a couple shots, then a couple totes Then we go hit a couple spots and see a couple folks Now some of them are connected So be careful what you say so they don't feel disrespected Every now and then, some shit is gonna get hectic But you rollin' with me, the OG, you protected The streets infected with haters and hoes Gotta keep your eyes open, man, and stay on your toes But don't worry 'cause you couldn't be rollin' with a triller crew Now could you pass me the Gorilla Glue? Call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Basquiat) If you feel this is art, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you beat all the odds, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) When you move bricks or hard, call it Basquiat (Basquiat) Keep Nip in your heart, he's a Basquiat (Basquiat, Basquiat)