Lyrical Breakdown of Drapetomania - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Drapetomania" 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 "Drapetomania" 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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Make sure that's the help
Back and bigger, I straight up told that pig he can't make me do nothing but die
So much money in one pocket it look like I pimp 'cause I limp and I lean to one side
One more time for the hood princess, with the prettiest smile, sipping Henny on Live
Big ol' booty with some lil' ass panties, talkin' bout some "Fendi only sent me one size"
I got a nine with no serial number, I call it playin' hard to get
Got a high-point I call hard to find, and an MK12 called hard to miss
Dressed for the club, ratchet on me, gotta have it on me like it's tatted on me
Lotta girls get too drunk in the club, get to kissin' on me, get to grabbin' on me
Everybody crazy, so I play crazy and don't nobody wanna play no more
She said talk to me crazy, I said,"lu-oh-lu" and she said, "say no more"
She said lift me up, lay her back, put her back on the bed, let me clutch on your hands
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
I met a bad bitch off Instagram, she catfished me, but I still went crazy
Nobody fuckin' with me my age or older, I'mma be one of the greatest
Don't text me sayin' "We gotta work", I don't really wanna talk, fuck you, pay me
D tank said "don't hit, she dirty", but it's too late, I already ate it
Now I gotta live with that, I said I was done, but I'm back in the Raq
'Cause I just found out that my dog was a cat, free all the opps and free all the guys
It's fuck all the pigs and kill all the rats, nigga my gat go rat-tat-tat
Nigga fat, nigga fall flat on his back, we'll turn a nigga to a baseball cap
This cold waters like crack cocaine, she could suck a mean dick but ain't got no brain
Tap my fully and let it go stupid, somebody dying on me, no aim
Niggas is dyin' 'cause niggas is dyin', these dumb ass folks still blaming the game
She keep telling me make it rain, I ain't got no cash, so I threw change
X's and O's, smooches and hoes, you gotta live life like tic tac toe
No talkin', come through, click-clack blow, he duckin' him, rollin' all over the floor
Wove him soon as I walked through the door, she aggy, please come get this hoe
Make a bad bitch treat me like a king, feed me grapes and kiss my toes, bitch
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Tiffany feinin' in a blue box, 401K in a shoebox
Her favorite rapper named 2Pac, love 2Pac 'cause he shot two cops
I got a 9 millimeter called Thug Life
I got a new chain, it say, "Fuck! Ice!"
My diamonds do go crazy, my girl say "you so crazy"
The bullshit rules don't phase me
The bitches and hoes gone love me, the niggas that's hoes gone hate me
Said lift me up, hit her back when you back in the Raq, going back in the land
One more chance, put your face in the cab for an hour, do the Rush Hour dance
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy, go crazy
Go crazy, go crazy, go crazy