Lyrical Breakdown of 30 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "30" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Danny Brown weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "30" 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 Danny Brown 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 Danny Brown's narrative.

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Sent ya bitch a dick pic and now she need glasses

Turn your bitch Slick Rick right now if I flashed it

Ate a couple pills took the bud out the plastic

Flicking bogey ashes bitch I stay blasted

Microphone Cassius,

Magic with the sick shit

'Posed to been dead but bitch I'm still up in this bitch

Verbal herbal poison, words I contortion

Fucked a pregnant bitch, save money on her abortion

Billy Corgan

In a church playing organ

Too Short,

Newport

Hurt hope the drugs will help the pain to go away

But all these thoughts up in my head made the sane go astray

Step inside a mind that revolves around the rhyme

Every time he close his eyes see visions of white lines

Dying in the arms of a blond blue eyed 20 something

Don't know her name but the paramedics chest pumping

30 something black male OD'ed off of pills

That he wasn't prescribed but they took his life

Let behind a daughter that doesn't really even know him

Cause her momma thought he wouldn't make a living off them poems

But it was a long journey on a rocky road

Had a hoody and a jacket on the bus in snow

Walking in the cold on the way to the studio

Loosey

That was just a couple years ago

Dropped a couple free mixtapes on the net

And niggas tried to front like it wasn't all that

But guess what bitch I'm coming back

Guess what bitch I'm coming back

Fool's Gold

And everything's all gnarly

Bitches want my number just to get up in party

Came along way from extension cords in the window

Borrowing neighbors power just to plug up the Nintendo

Where the ovens never closed and stoves never off

Every winter so cold niggas sleeping wearing scarves

But I would always tell myself that it's gone get better

You know who you is,

You the greatest rapper ever

So now the pressures on 'em to prove that voice right

Some people never know they goals he know his whole life

So now his turn up fixing up to bat

Pitching singles to the label when I use to pitch crack

Never learned to rap I just always knew how

So ever since 8 I knew what I would now

When I turned 28 they like what you gone do now

And now a nigga 30 I don't you heard me

So the last ten years I been so fucking stressed

Tears in my eyes let me get this off my chest

The thought of no success it got me chasing death

Doing all these drugs in hopes of OD'ing next,

Triple X