Lyrical Breakdown of Ultimate (feat. BADBADNOTGOOD) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ultimate (feat. BADBADNOTGOOD)" 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 "Ultimate (feat. BADBADNOTGOOD)" 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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Ronny J, listen up I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Great, eliminate like ElimiDate Hey, young boy had to penetrate Face, young boy done caught a case Bang, now his mama living with the pain Wait, doctor says he's gonna stay Let him get the senzu bean so he regenerate Now a nigga harder than the head of the state Denzel Curry is the new candidate Ultimate, alternate, you are the opposite Stop this shit, chop your esophagus Bitches be bopping it, bow down and popping it Dropping it in her esophagus She get so nasty, in public she classy Perhaps she is able to swallow it Girl, I can make you a star Then I put her ass on Apollo, bitch Bitch, I am ultimate, behold my awesomeness Narcissist, part time an arsonist Ripping through cartilage, I am the hardest, bitch Wrap it up, put in sarcophagus Dearly departed, it's done when it started So now that I'm living so harmonious Feeling like Spartacus, Curry the ultimate I am the best, there's no politics, bitch, I'm ultimate I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates Ultimate, infinite, flow is opium Open the internet, photosynthesis Put up parentheses, temporary Very scary if I feel like Dirty Harry Just might bust a bitch Never knew my life, but yet the question is Is he fake, is he real, what the message is Chop a bitch nigga up, I'mma sever it When I sever shit I kill 'em, no Kony, these niggas ain't homies Claim you the homie, I turn into Broly Dropping melodic, enter the cosmic Flow like a prophet, lyrical toxic Flow like a foreigner, I'm the torturer Out of South Florida, call the coroner Killed in the corridor, I'm the overlord Rhymes like a sorcerer, I'm an animorph Bitch, I'm a beast Nigga, you tell me who fucking with me K to the I to the N to the G Claim you the hottest, but I disagree Better love something than get a degree This for Lord Infamous so R.I.P. Arrivederci, bitches looking thirsty, riding through the dirty Like it's mandatory, ending of the story I am the one, don't weigh a ton Don't need a gun to get respect upon the street Under the sun, the bastard son Will pop the Glock to feed himself and family By any means, your enemies my enemies We wet them up like a canteen The yellow tape surrounds the fate Don't have a face so now you late, open the gates