Lyrical Breakdown of Guild (feat. Mac Miller) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Earl Sweatshirt feat. Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Guild (feat. Mac Miller)" 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. Mac Miller employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Uh, said this a hit of liquid heroin Marilyn Manson channeling, panicking, spar with Anakin 'Til one of us leave in an ambulance Blow the smoke of the spliff in your eyes You ain't gon' live 'til you die Intelligent bitch on my side She bitching, I'm spitting habitual lies I hit her up when my jet land (call her) Got a Swisher tucked in my headband (baller) Front page news, I'm young Jesus Eating bagels with no cable on (let's go) Been fucking hoes since when Mase was on (okay) I hope the Based God hears my prayers (pray) One day you're here, the next day you're gone So me and Earl smoking weed on Jay-Z's lawn Some dope rap on your hoe ass, Tony Womack Don't hold back, no, feed your girl Cognac (woah) Meet a bitch, sleepin' wit' her, feverish, diva chick Met her off Twitter, even Schindler keep a list (okay) Pittsburgh, broke down somewhere in a Fisker (uh-huh) I could pull your bitch with a whisper (uh-huh) then diss her (woah) Dumbass hoe (hoe) She only dumb 'cause she love that dough (okay) Somewhere getting high reading, Juxtapoz Hit her up, she come through, watch Adjustment Bureau (that's a good movie) Moms love me 'cause I'm so commercial ('mercial) I fuck 'em raw 'cause I know they fertile (fertile) In Myrtle Beach with a purple fleece (fleece) Hotel lobbies playin' Für Elise (yeah) I'm Ron Burgundy mixed with Hercules Slap a bitch in the mouth if she curse at me (ow) Said Josh beard is like Paul Revere When he walk in the room it's like God is here I'm at a prop shop in Montauk throwing tomahawks at civilians I'm chillin', yeah I'm on the monitor nigga She taking it like a champ And I'm proud of her nigga I'm on the couch where that loud is burning I'm shouting, "I don't fuck with you" 'Cause I don't, never love a hoe But we could play doctor, ma Open wide for the thermometer Your cowgirl is crotch riding (nigga) With a clean, faded fro, lopsided (uh) Tell the label that I want a white driver (uh) And tell him give me space, I don't know that nigga (nigga) Bold-ass little fuckin' low-class villian (willain) Whole van tinted (tinted), nope, can't kill him (no) It's the Trashwang nigga (nigga), that's what's up (nigga) Half pint of hope in that plastic cup (come on) Real nigga from the start 'til the casket shut (uh) Present his own case, he's a basket one (one) Present-day based nigga, smack the judge (judge) Riding with them same niggas ashin' blunts While that bass make his face like he mad or somethin' (uh) Slide in the safe, take the cash and run Know that if he fake I'm harrassin' him Took the big toe so they tagged the tongue Out here stuntin' like I'm supposed to, dog (dog) Blowing more smoke than a broke exhaust Pipe, only spirit that I hold menthol (uh) It's Wolf Gang bitch like you know these paws Living like it's '62 (uh) Spit and grip my genitals (uh) My bitch just split the Swisher My niggas split the residuals Aye, it's marijuana fields Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop Errand run and kill cop Niggas know I feel not For 'em, stop bitching, bruh Stare and get that grill knocked open Aye, it's marijuana fields Pot growing, blaring Gil Scott Heron while we pill pop Errand run and kill cop Niggas know I feel not For 'em, stop bitching, bruh Stare and get that grill knocked open (nigga)