Lyrical Breakdown of AUTOMATIC - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry feat. Tay Keith weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "AUTOMATIC" 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 Denzel Curry feat. Tay Keith 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 Denzel Curry feat. Tay Keith's narrative.

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Tay Keith, fuck these niggas up Tay Keith, hey Automatic (Automatic) Gotta have it (Gotta have it) All my niggas run this shit like it was Madden (Like it was Madden) Automatic (Automatic) I gotta have it (I gotta have it) I just took a nigga bitch 'cause it's a habit ('Cause it's a habit) Oh you mad? Now you amped, huh Fade but you can't, huh Word around town you a lick like a stamp, huh You don't wanna go round for round with the champ, huh Niggas throwing shade on my light That's a lamp, huh Way back then I wasn't fresh, wasn't so clean I ain't had no dope I was broke, I had no green (No) It's my time to blow Now I got me a whole team Don't sleep on me, ho (Yeah, ho) Guarantee it be a bad dream I don't wanna go back bein' broke 'Cause mama need a crib (Okay) I got a gold plaque (Yeah) Shit I came from dodgin' hollow tips (Ooh) Used to be on LSD but now my life is all a trip Never went to college, at my shows I make a scholarship P Diddy making bands See fifties in my hands (Mhm) I remember walking 'round the hood in some holy Vans (Woo) Step inside the club, you in the line, like, I know the man Way back in the day, you would say that I don't know the man Automatic (Automatic) Gotta have it (Gotta have it) All my niggas run this shit like it was Madden (Like it was Madden) Automatic (Automatic) I gotta have it (I gotta have it) I just took a nigga bitch 'cause it's a habit ('Cause it's a habit) Oh you mad? Now you amped, huh Fade but you can't, huh Word around town you a lick like a stamp, huh You don't wanna go round for round with the champ, huh Niggas throwing shade on my light That's a lamp, huh On the road to riches, gotta look out for the serpents (Uh) Watch them slither to the surface When they see your plan is working (Uh) When I started, they deserted Now they back because I'm earning (Uh) My response: "Where the fuck was you when Tree was CD burning?" (Yeah) You ain't Shane, you ain't Mook (Yeah) You ain't gang, you ain't crew (Yeah) See my ways hella strange 'Cause I'm raised in the Zuu We don't bang red or blue (No) And Zone Four niggas, yeah, woo, woo (Uh) All camo to the head, to the shoe Way back at Z3 when the shots got loose All I heard when they shooting out Now I'm moving out Use a pen, what I knew about To make a newer route (Skrr) See, the gutter was the sewer route Made a new account (Yeah) All this paper, I can't do without So give me large amounts Automatic (Automatic) Gotta have it (Gotta have it) All my niggas run this shit like it was Madden (Like it was Madden) Automatic (Automatic) I gotta have it (I gotta have it) I just took a nigga bitch 'cause it's a habit ('Cause it's a habit) Oh you mad? Now you amped, huh Fade but you can't, huh Word around town you a lick like a stamp, huh You don't wanna go round for round with the champ, huh Niggas throwing shade on my light That's a lamp, huh