Lyrical Breakdown of Void (feat. Leonardo Safari & Fortebowie) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Void (feat. Leonardo Safari & Fortebowie)" 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 "Void (feat. Leonardo Safari & Fortebowie)" 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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In my room, staring and tripping look at the tv that's adult swim Dripping the lick from the LSD lucid i'm dreaming on broader perspectives Chiefing forever smoked out with Ciara right on 37 the hottest of weathers November the 4th to November the 6th On memory lane as my mind reminisce on my dawgs Why'd she have to go the wrong way Yung Grease all up in this with the fucking gun play No MMG's just a RIP On the story bout the being, yellow tape at the scene Lead bullets to your jaw, Martin Luther King She was only 18 got hit with 13 Be careful where you go cos niggas is lurking All night-polter-geist-ghost Tell me who i can approach Having my dawgs tryna get inside my head As i wonder how Rodney King might stay afloat Coast, death, gone of the shroom pack Joints stay fat like Joe Have a squad terror at your door Pour shit, head in the dead zone I'm in that void Tell me who fucking with the void, back down 'fore a nigga get destroyed I'm in that void Tell me who fucking with the boy, talk shit but you wear corduroys I'm in that void Niggas won't ride by side, take you out any moment you fried I'm in that void Nigga gotta grab my nine, on a nigga fucked up my vibe I'm in that void Why these motherfuckers tryna plot Crackers be acting green like that nigga Roger Klotz When there' no evidence cos blacks irrelevent Better scrape up the world into a celibate Criminal element where a revolutionatist is a rebel A con artist with common sense is a nigga Based on the skin, not ignorance is a bitch Obligated to suck a dick Maybe not Carol City Porters stay hot Eleven shooters caught up inside a weed head shot Taking photo, ended up in limo, oh no Bringing out the glock like Frodo Gollum destroying the land like Sodum, Gomorrah Of eight twenty six i present you South Florida What i see, clear as visine My brother ended up in the crime scene Cops are the only ones on the crime spree Carol suck my brother untimely Tryna get a little face so niggas try me So i'm coming at their scalp like apache Indians in the biz down the 32 ave God damn niggas causing aftermath What the fuck you know, i build destroy Motherfuckers can't feel, that I'm in that void Tell me who fucking with the void, back down 'fore a nigga get destroyed I'm in that void Tell me who fucking with the boy, talk shit but you wear corduroys I'm in that void Niggas won't ride by side, take you out any moment you fried I'm in that void Nigga gotta grab my nine, on a nigga fucked up my vibe I'm in that void Is it time to be going A gotta slide shit be throning I'm out of time and i'm choking Good guys be lying ain't no slowing This ain't no joking Oh uh oh People text me 'fore they know just who you are There's no time to waste i'm tryna make it far Heard this makes the clouds Bitch we making them sounds Search and finna go down Yeah yeah yeah yeah... (Guitar solo)