Lyrical Breakdown of Cocoa Butter Kisses - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper feat. Vic Mensa & Twista weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Cocoa Butter Kisses" 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Vic Mensa & Twista 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 Chance the Rapper feat. Vic Mensa & Twista's narrative.

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Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, Ooooh, ah Ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, ne, Oooooh, ah Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Okie dokie, alky, keep it lowkey like Thor lil bro Or he'll go blow the loudy, saudy of sour Saudi Wiley up off peyote, wilding like that coyote If I sip any Henny, my belly just might be outie Pull up inside a huggy, Starsky & Hutch a dougie I just opened up the pack in an hour I'll ash my Lucky Tonight she just yelling "Fuck me", two weeks you'll be yelling fuck me Used to like orange cassette tapes with Timmy, Tommy, and Chuckie And Chuck E. Cheese's pizzas, Jesus pieces, sing Jesus love me Put Visine inside my eyes so my grandma would fucking hug me Oh generation above me, I know you still remember me My afro look just like daddy's, y'all taught me how to go hunting (BLAM!) Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses I will smoke a little something but I don't inhale, Everywhere that I go, everywhere They be asking hows it going, say the going's well Go figure, Victor's light-skinned Jesus got me feeling like Colin Powell, all praise to the God, God knows He's a pro, he's a pro like Cointel, check, check mate, check me Take me to the bedroom, let you know me well, I mean normally, you see Norma Jean wouldn't kick it with Farmer Phil But these kids these days, they get so High, burn trees, smoke chlorophyll, 'til they can't feel shit, shit-faced Faced it, 15 hits on this L elevated, train, and the craziest Thing, got me feeling like Lauryn Hill, miseducated, my dick delegated Rap Bill Bellamy, they said I shoulda never made it, Probably shoulda been dead or in jail Deadbeat dad, enough of that jazz, asshole, absinthe up in that class Are we there yet? Ice cubes in a bong We're brain dead, take a tug and then pass I think we all addicted, Yeah, I think we all addicted Really though, I think we all addicted I think we all addicted Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my memories, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I think we all addicted, kisses, kisses, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my mama think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies, all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses (Twista) I could make a flow, pitter patter with a patter pitter Two seats used to be in a jalabiya and a kufi Trying hard not to be addicted to a groupie I ended up on an album cover in a Coogi You see, I be still a God but a goofy You be flowing about drugs and a Uzi That's the new principle, sometimes I'mma be about some hoes Sometimes I'mma wanna make a movie And when it come to rapping fast, I'm the Higgs Boson And though my style freakish I could still break your body down to five pieces like I did Voltron Cause I'm addicted to the craft and I be off a OG Know me, I'm the Obi-Wan Kenobi of the dope see Cooler like I'm offa codeine, low key Don't be so judgmental, even though I'm reminiscing If I don't know what I miss is Ima end up figuring out that it's home And my mother and my grandmother cocoa butter kisses This is just a testament to the ones that raised me The ones that I praised and I'm thanking I need 'em but the chronic all up in my clothes And I wanna get a hug, and I can't cause I'm stanking Never too old for a spanking, Ugh Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my memories my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses I think we all addicted Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses Cigarettes on cigarettes, my momma think I stank I got burn holes in my hoodies all my homies think it's dank I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses I miss my cocoa butter kisses, kisses, kisses, kisses