Lyrical Breakdown of Dark & Violent - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dark & Violent" 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 "Dark & Violent" 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.
• 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's narrative.

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Fang life! You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside Welcome to the land You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside What it's 'bout?! It's 'bout a young nigga, running away from the moon to catch the sun quicker Drug dealer, Nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams Settling angry stomachs up in his fam So if that silver spoon on your plate, if you touch that, that's your fate Don't have faith, Like Evans, you got to face demons to get to your heaven The pimps is the prophets, not prophets for reverends, this is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent So here's a lesson of a teen who survived Rikers But shortly, his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of Midas Touch X2 You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside You ain't have a fucking name on the darkside Knew a young brother without a name, he was in love with his nina trapped And steadily schemin, barely sleepin, but dreamin of pretty bitches and beamers But when he awake, he sees his fate And his reality, to do whatever it takes to elevate his fucking salary Any niggas a casualty, kill 'em, rob 'em Then casually walk off into the darkness, it all started When he was, welcomed into our fucked up world, the son of a fucked up girl And his father was just a blur, his life had took a curve When he saw his brother dead on the curb, due to retaliation Of the gang relation, he was young, a kid, a baby And yet to realize the pollution of the nation Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin' Shit, murder was the case that they gave him Shit, murder was the case when they raised him Mind stuck in the all black prison You think he give a fuck about the system? (Car driving) Nigga we gotta get this money Damn right We gotta get this money, I got the plans... Everything's set up Just got to go in there-. Got the banger man, as long as you got the hammer man, we out ...Go by the book... You ready to do this shit or what? Yeah, yeah, 'this what I got to do Out on the gank, rolling the dank As he cased out the bank, he was catching that shank Getting loaded the stick, trying to major his rank Thugging was how he was brought in the paint Rush the security, no longer pure was thee Soul turned it cold for the love of the gold Bust in the air, everyone hit the floor Not giving a fuck, loc-ing off of the 'dro Bodied a nigga, riding in a dropped 'Lac Top back, cruising them twenty fours So I went crazy, my vision got hazy I walked in the bank, and I start to get bold Clutching that pistol grip The teller was moving too slow so I pistol-whipped The bitch, he was twitching, bust at a civilian And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin' Burn the fingertips off, replace the dental Left the golden bullet magic in his coufie, no his temple That's engraved, leaving corpses In graves, Glock 17 cutting fades Barber, we dumped the security in the harbor Then we switched the identity, so the name Leroy Carter The bank teller looking short and squeamish Steve pistol-whipped the bitch; she kept screaming Shut up, ho, before a nigga nut up, ho Steve said he couldn't take the shit So he took her to the back, then Steve grabbed the MAC Then he put it to her head, and then he ripped the bitch Boy, we gotta do a job or we might get toast 13 shots rung out and it left two ghost Tales from the dark side, jack move, riding Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent Reply...