Lyrical Breakdown of Pig Feet (feat. Kamasi Washington, G Perico & Daylyt) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Pig Feet (feat. Kamasi Washington, G Perico & Daylyt)" 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 "Pig Feet (feat. Kamasi Washington, G Perico & Daylyt)" 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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They shot him They shot him, they shot him Oh my God, he didn't even have a gun Oh my God, he didn't have a gun He didn't have a, oh God He didn't have a gun Helicopters over my balcony If the police can't harass, they wanna smoke every ounce of me Breath is alchemy, see how the life converted You tell me life's a female dog, well I'm perverted Go to jail and get murdered Murder was the case they gave us Manipulate the system so the prison could save us, ayy Nothin' can save us Foot Locker, liquor stores, undercovers bringin' hordes Ten years plus four, little kids die at war Mama wants me baptized, swimmin' in this blood shore Shut down schools to open drugs and gun stores I see the floor, gotta flourish When I'm readin' my horoscope, the vision is horrid But you be soarin', stay woke Rather die rich than stay broke I was starin' though my rearview in my pitch-black locs My notes reappear, disappear, shit is wicked here Tragedy all over the screen like William Shakespeare plays Disease, the grade, increase grenades Disease, the AIDS, I seize today Like Wade, I fade away I pray today, 'cause life is crazy JAY-Z, a school for hard knocks They want us crucified with stones and hard rocks Ayy, bitch, calm down, what the fuck happened? (oh no) Stop fuckin' screamin', what happened? (oh God, they shot him) They killed the homie? (they shot him, the fuckin' police shot him) The police? (oh my God) The police killed him? (oh no, no) They just killed the homie, 'cause (oh my God) Ayy, 'cause, swing that car around, 'cause, Bring that chopper (the fucking police) We finna kill these motherfuckers, nigga (uh) See, all we are VR'd, sleep in a snooze Peeking at deacons keepin' the rules Creepin' in rooms Sheet sneakin' cheeks for the doom, cats kiddin' me Little cats killed literally How these cats talk bigotry? Like an Avatar forest, the machine talk, Jarvis Whatever they hand you, it'll be y'all risk Your hand stuck in the cookie jar Hold on to the sweet shit, beef shit Green jackets, the old cats, feel the heat cliff, eclipse Blacks cover the white light, cats stuck in the twilight Why, Lyt? See, the wise life stuck in hindsight Sign bright, read, catch up, it's monumental, don't mind your men Mind you, what's in my mind intertwined you, men sign you in Don't get no autograph from Patrick Just collapsed shit But don't run from Cleopatra Perhaps you sleep and your mattress weak Stuck like a statue, is that you geeks? We attack you, don't act too street We gon' ask you is this a cop-out? Bring the cops out, bring the pigs You see the pigment We depict, the indigenous people dig it Hold on to life, we don't go for the house of reps They done trapped us in the alphabet Our alphas can't get out the net 'Net ballin', imaginary goal Shot clock, what's your net worth? Chris Webber? Mmm, deep webber? Mmm Time out, mom's house, etymology, mortgage die route Be lesbian, buddy, you better study Puddy holes on this muddy road Buddy cold They gon' pay for takin' my brother Nas say we need one mic and they shot the brown one Y'all done forgot the brown one The new white Mike Rockin' a nightgown It's ancient They covered his passed with his kid blanket Y'all sleep, y'all don't see how the image changed 'Member the times, nigga I'm here to remind niggas we kings