Lyrical Breakdown of 14,400 Minutes - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "14,400 Minutes" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Chance the Rapper weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "14,400 Minutes" 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 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's narrative.
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Yeah
Ah, ah
Ah
I got suspended, ooh, you got suspended
For chiefin' a hunnid blunts, fourteen-four-hunnid minutes
Fans all in the stands, they hands for Mr. Bennett
That racket over the net, ooh, give me my tennis
Shoes, give me a minute, ooh, I can't be tardy
My class is already started, they told my mom I'm retarded
But that ten day done in one night, Honda from a Hyundai
No tassel in the spring, but after summer I'm alumni
They took my nigga one night, and I was standing right there
An inch away from heaven, a million songs from right here
A step away from south by, a swing away from Cali
A hook away from verses, I'm a dad away from rapping
So at the school they arrested him
Back seat, squad car, nestled in
Shouts to the bitch nigga Heselton
Wit' his Big Show body ass wrestlin'
Finna see the ten day Pestilence
So far, so good, so special and
No stars, good jobs, or excellents
And I'm still so fucking non-echelon
Ooh, you got suspended, ooh, you not gon' finish
Ooh, you look familiar, ooh, you look like Kenneth
Damn, they gon' resent it, ooh, you representin'
A class of bad kids, fourteen-four-hunnid minutes, ah
Ah (ah, ah, ah)
(Ah, ah, ah, ah)
(Ah) ayy