Lyrical Breakdown of Tell Me What I Don't Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tell Me What I Don't Know" 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 "Tell Me What I Don't Know" 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.
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Street smart, Ph.D

Dropped out for a slanging degree

9 on me, keep the devils off me

'Cause we was living in hell, couldn't afford property

Lil nigga gettin' frontin' from OGs

Oz of reggie bagged up in the Pelle

In a school hallways on a burnout celly

Leaving out of class early, caught a sale for 20

How long will it last?

Never ending race, chasin' cash

One lane going wrong way 'til I crash

Teacher find my sack, going nowhere fast

Tell me what I don't know

Last night homie got killed at the liquor store

Shot my nigga on the way to get a Swisher

Breaking down the weed when the call got received

We was so ambitious

All we really wanted was new Jordans and some bitches

Flashing bankrolls in the club taking pictures

Thinking we was grown men, really lil' niggas

Jumping dope fiends that's owing us for credit

Taking turns catching sales things copacetic

Slice your tomato if you owe us for the lettuce

Running through the sack of D sorta like Jerome Bettis

Naive to the outcome

Cuz hit the block, hit the stash and they found some

Lock us all up for a bag and some pistols

Now we in the county writing letters I miss you

Tell me what I don't know

Hook raid came through kickin' down the front door

Now we facin' judge, got us sitting at the court

Gave us all probation now we smokin' Newports

Tell me what I don't know

Hook raid came through kickin' down the front door

Now we facin' judge, got us sitting at the court

Gave us all probation now we smokin' Newports

Tell me what I don't know

And we was so gung ho

Wet a nigga up like he forgot his poncho

On the block all day chasin' that cilantro

Hook raid kickin' on the front door

Shit is like a cycle

You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us

Shit is like a cycle

You get out, I go in, this is not the life for us

Tell me what I don't know

Last night homie got killed at the liquor store

Shot my nigga on the way to get a Swisher

Breaking down the weed when the call got received

Tell me what I don't know

Hook raid came through kickin' down the front door

Now we facin' judge, got us sitting at the court

Gave us all probation now we smoke Newports

Tell me what I don't know