Lyrical Breakdown of Envy Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Envy Me" 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 "Envy Me" 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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I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me Up in Carol City, me and Lotto in the Charger, when we slide two deep (Two deep) can't fuck with the south with A AK-forty-seven bumping T Double-D (Double D, nigga) First forty-eight, gotta say it one time RIP my nigga Bizzle (Bizzle!, , bizzle) Kick, drill, ravish of a Nigga think he savage Turn him to a popsicle that's "IcecoLD!" And my last name ain't three-thousand (3000) Bad ass bitch on my tip (Tip Harris) , she wet Like an everlasting fountain Still a Hot Boy, ‘bout whatever Like, Turk or Wayne Like a motherfuckin' Carter Niggas water whipping, in the hot damn Kitchen, like a nigga Avatar, or Katara Remember that it's still fuck the Other side, lurking all black Like that boy Plies Snapping, like a fat ho at the Popeye's when She don't get the thigh, the chicken Or the fries so nigga what it be? I can turn My shirt to a ski, fuck feds, not even Ice T Wanna come and ice me, like it's New Jack City, shit looking grim - no Mandy, billy Cross the chopper line bitch You better bow down to a Nigga greater than yourselftrick Flow is immortal, so therefore I gorde You do something of it for yourselftrick From the 'Tre deuce, got to Keep a deuce deuce Like a nigga lurking in South Cen TRU (South Central) bruh, if you bout that Pressure cross that line Fuck nigga state your issue my nigga I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me Behold these verses The stars to the churches will All metamorph into seven I'm rocking 'bout four types of polo You peep that my style it must be Armageddon Apocalypse stop, pop the clip Better bow down now it's all about power Fantasy darker than Swishers The wicked demented Get hit with the mystical shower Now that's dan-ger grab, on the ban-ger Take down the empire bruh In the hood jit's robbin', like Williams Let's hope that they'll never doubt fire Niggas be knocking no cabbage, no UPS person So tell me what's up with the S? Slithery snakes, with they slithery tongues Salivating salvations with shit on your head Yes, Curry gone mash on these cowards With shells to they back like they Bowser Spit fire - no flower get smoke Like the OG and sour then head up to Broward You know when the bass turn up Louder, 'bout loud as the dro Get to the door I'm shroomed out my mental, like Mario Bros I'm seeing the walls start to kaleidoscope So I'm guessing that already Means that I'm gone It's quite striking that Haters won't tell the truth in Front of your face Not the same time, not the same place So they hate from a greater distance far away You see them in person look 'em in the eye And they say that that wasn't the case Y'all can suck a dick in advance Like Rich Homie Quan Get the fuck out my facebitch I'mma keep balling, 'til they envy me 21 guns, for my enemies Niggas got some, ho ass tendencies Cash out, I'm ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me My enemies, motherfuck my enemies Cause, I'ma keep ballin', til they envy me