Lyrical Breakdown of XXX - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "XXX" 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 "XXX" 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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30 Check Colder than them grits they fed slaves Me to rap is like water to raves Ak's with bayonets on deck, rep my set Sorta like Squidward and his clarinet I'm in ya bitch mouth but she fantasizing Staring at the skinny's, said it's so tantalizing Dawg, I'm strategizing, plotting on the throne Master of the ace, sitting on chrome Dark nights, tryna sleep, stomach on fire Delusional from hunger, so I couldn't get tired Imagining the equalizer goin' from green to red Words that rhyme together just appear all in my head And I'm sorta like Neo with the Matrix code Try to escape it, hoping the drugs'll numb my soul Say I'm getting old, time's running out Repeating instrumentals, tryna figure patterns out I never leave the house, ain't slept in three days Popping pills, writing, drinking and smoking haze Weaving kicks and snares, tryna dodge these hooks Keepin' it original, something that's overlooked The way a nigga goin', might go out like Sam Cooke Or locked up, calling home for money on my books 'Cause if this shit don't work, nigga, I failed at life Turning to these drugs, now these drugs turned my life And it's the downward spiral, got me suicidal But too scared to do it, so these pills'll be the rifle Surpassing all my idols, took the wrong turn But can't go back now, so let that blunt burn 'Cause now it's my turn if I fuck it all up It took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs Uh, I took a while to get here, now I depend on these drugs Triple X