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