Lyrical Breakdown of Centurion (feat. Vince Staples) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Centurion (feat. Vince Staples)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Earl Sweatshirt feat. Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Centurion (feat. Vince Staples)" 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 Earl Sweatshirt feat. Vince Staples 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 Earl Sweatshirt feat. Vince Staples's narrative.

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Oh, me? Yeah, yeah, yeah

I'm just tryna say somethin'

I, I, drop it off

I feel like the Tom Sawyer for real niggas

Looking for a problem, revolver under the Hilfiger

No bluff needed, we will kill niggas

So try me if you want, bruh, I promise I'm with all of that

Late night shooters, got 'em thinking Johnny Carson back

Trying to win this white man game with my heart intact

All off a dollar and a dream that I really had

Kind of hard to sleep when your thoughts is in the streets

Norf Norf is the side where my family stay

Big Baby Jesus, I can't wait

Until the money coming in, spend it all on guns and rims

I ain't nothing but a nigga, ain't no reason to pretend

Kept the sticky in the Stussy pouch

Ski mask, bloody 'Preme hoodie tossing doobies out the window

Of the hoopty, night black as Paul Mooney

At the movies but the moon was out

Food was always optional

Eating nothing but hard punches to that abdominal

Closed fist chronicles, sold sniff, Momma knew

Baggies laying 'round, peanut shells at a carnival

Stomping clowns, welcome pussy niggas to the romper room

Buckshot'll cover a whole torso like a parka do

In a park at 2:00, plotting, trying to garner loot

Split it with his big roll dog, call him Marmaduke

Searching for a shard of truth and found, uh

Couple bucks bought his cousins lunch

Another Dutch, stiff collar on the button-up

Hood, rich, wild, and 'bout to run amok

Road to hell paved with cement, covered trussled drugs, toughen up

Well, alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it then

Alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it then

Vinny Stape, they stupid, think the city safe

Until that little bindi placed, head shots, red dot

Block as hot as Denny plates, fed watch, fed watch

Opinions only pity based, deep in the Civic with the

Evilest niggas this side of the Mississippi

All courtesy of Vincent from niggas who plot against

Ear-L-double-S, hear shells from the Tec

Hear in full-effect, eat a dick and cut a check, bitch

Few niggas I'm on a first-name basis with

Address me by the alias, that trunk weighted

Like he 'bout to catch a case again

Eighths louder than the voice of Satan

That be plaguing him

Bruh, I'm caking whether Hell or bad weather

High water, I'm a sailor-type assailant for the paper

Living like I met the maker twice

Hit it 'til I'm faded right?

Mami, take a hike or treat it like you fucking shaking dice, bitch

Well, alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it then

Alright, okay

If that's how you truly feel about it then