Lyrical Breakdown of Stars Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Stars Out" 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 "Stars Out" 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, yeah, yeah
I took my heart out my sleeve
Ain't got enough room, gotta keep a few tricks up there
Kel-Tec switched with the silencer kit gotta keep it on shh
Cause the kids upstairs
Shut the fuck up when a real nigga talkin'
Shut the fuck up when a real nigga walk in
I know they type when a lil' nigga log in
Then we roll up, now he Stephen Hawking
I don't play games, I go outside
I don't say names, I go outside
I ain't tryna scream in the club, make a scene
It's a lot of phone screens, let's go outside
Big Bank Chano, my chain got a chain
In the rafters my name gotta hang
I'm the only rapper where my lane got a lane
But fuck it I'm swervin', my swang got a lane
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
I took my Rollie out Bannockburn, got room I keep a few whips up there
Big safe keep a few clips up there
Neighbors wife smackin' her lips, upset
Guess she mad 'cause she bought that house
And she didn't know it'd be niggas up there
Guess she ain't gettin' them big bucks yet
Kanye, Uzi, big shrug, yep
I'm just here with a family of two, tryna plan me a coup
Can you hand me a brew?
Please understand 'cause the flight said the plan was Japan
Me and you, but Miami'll do
I got more gold on than a GRAMMY or two
Or three or four, I done had me a few
But I drop a few jewels when I'm back in the land
'cause the diamond demand, it remind me of you
You so scared I'm 'bout to pull my cars out
'Bout to pull my bars out
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out
You so worried 'bout some charts
You so worried, oh my God
You don't know I'm 'bout to pull the stars out