Lyrical Breakdown of We Ain’t Them - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "We Ain’t Them" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Childish Gambino weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "We Ain’t Them" 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 Childish Gambino 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 Childish Gambino's narrative.

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Pickin' out my 'fro with my fist comb I got a tab at the Stone, baby, this long My little brother was havin' a little trouble I hope that he doesn't care that it's in this song Koreatown luncheon, talkin' 'bout how to run things He said Atlanta wanted something Waka, Jeezy, and Future got the streets locked down Copycats making sure Tip keep that crown I'm fucking 'round with the truth, went to see The Roots Quest brought me back on stage in a suit I went hard cause niggas say that I'm soft Even Black Thought thought, I'm aimin' a little hard I gotta be honest Feelin' like the other stuff is kinda behind us Makin' jokes here and there then done got us some dollars Tryna show the whole world what it is and it ain't a game He said, "Homie stay the course, ain't shit changed" Weird night, and everybody was tipsy Hanging out with Questlove Reminiscing bout Whitney He like, "Man, we can't even make it to fifty?" That reminds me I sent a long text message to my Mom and Pop I got the same speech when I left 30 Rock My Mom like, "Why you wanna leave a good job?" My Dad like, "Do your thing boy, don't stop" Shout out to my nigga Lud Shout out to my nigga Swank For hangin' at the crib and telling me what you think Speak from your heart And never compromise what you feel is real And never let these white people tell you how to feel Never let anybody tell you how to feel I wanted what they had back in the fourth grade Family vacays You know I did it all Just to see my lil' sis by a waterfall My great grandad bought his own freedom Walked barefoot to Virginia to start his own peanut farm So don't be alarmed, man I'm royalty Jam of the week, V-103 No cosine, no bovine More swag, pull back on the punchlines Starvin', every track means lunchtime I'm a star, how could I not shine? Fuck boys chase hype-track chicks And niggas who stopped texting after 1.6 DG lover ain't nothing to fuck wit' D money ain't nothing to fuck wit' And what's a leader if he isn't reluctant Too bad for y'all I'm blasting off I'm not Asher Roth I don't sleep on my bread Dick riders stay close, I might flash a ball Sometimes all the shit make a nigga feel guilty I used to sleep with them roaches Back of my mind though I hope the show gets cancelled Maybe then I can focus, Hawaii touchdown Go ahead baby, put your shades on East side, east side to the gravestone Brown liqour but my girl in Bed-Stuy Nigga you got drive like a sale at Best Buy Hold up, hold up, we can do better Put my voice on the track Man this shit is much wetter At the studio at eight AM Hit the booth then eat Nigga we ain't them Nigga we ain't them Drop a line at your Facebook status Hit the shit about a week ago You still mad at us If there's something on your chest Nigga let it out Cause I'm the best, da-da-da