Lyrical Breakdown of BALD! REMIX - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BALD! REMIX" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Denzel Curry weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BALD! REMIX" 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 employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Yeah
Fuck that, whoa, uh
Fuck that bitch, I changed the plan
Switch my style like I switch hands
Block the witness, take the stand
Fuck out the way bitch, back it up
Shit better get played in a palace (word)
I can't treat niggas like big deals
Why put up a front? I'm callous
Bald (ha)
I look like Ray Allen (real)
These niggas make beats on big wheels
Yo' files is not a challenge (nah)
Boy, you can't rap for shit
Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent
Hairline proof God needs balance
Bald
Yeah
My life was written already, so I was gifted already
And with this God-given talent, I knew the Devil been met me
Can't compare me to Jesus, because he ain't Noah's father
He told me, "Please
Be still and see that steel is revolver" (you right)
'Cause in my hood, these niggas poppin' mollies and shootin'
I'm stressed the fuck out, that's why I must commence to get zooted
I'm trapped in my head, between the thoughts of health and my wealth
Right next to bein' selfish and just bein' myself
The fast spitter, slash, clash, ghetto pass, sinner sippin' bad liquor
It's the nigga you may know, I'm the goat
To them clout chasers and them 'bout whatevers and them wave riders
Told them that my life is not a boat, you can't float (you right)
Call me Zeltron when I'm rappin', call me Denzel when we fuck, ho
You're allowed to touch me
But I don't wanna keep in touch, though (wow)
Say I'm livin' comfortable, because I'm makin' much dough
But I wasn't happy, cut my hair and let the sluts go
Ever so softly, suicide has cost me
Did I lose my mind? I feel my head been lost me
Been a couple years and haven't spoken to Lofty
Haven't seen the family, only been with the posse (skrr)
Couple gold plaques, scratch that off a gold list
Cold shit is gettin' diamond plaques by stayin' focused (yuh)
No whip, I won't let 'em do me like Jahseh (yuh)
My mama say that I should pray
'Cause demon comes in different shapes (okay)
Got that Stray Rats on my body
'Cause Maurice don't fuck with BAPE (what?)
All these bars that I be writin'
Make it hard for you to relate (damn)
Hesitate, I rarely do when fuckin' these hoes I barely knew
Overturnin', startin' new, can't act like a jit by thirty-two
I'm twenty-five, though, dreadlocks had your boy like Sideshow Bob
Can't complain about too much, because I'm on my job
Switch my look, I got 'em hooked, they call me Young Heartthrob
I am (bald)