Lyrical Breakdown of Off Top - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Off Top" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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

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Yo, I gotta stop smoking Backwoods How you doing? And what's your motive, hoe? I only trust these bitches 'bout as far as I can throw 'em Trying to pay my mama rent, figure that's just what I owe her I been trouble since I tumbled out that stroller Strolling easy down this narrow path, beefing with your scary ass 'Preme got my little niggas cheesing off the cherry ad And nigga that's a great lunch Papa Swamp be stomping with the skate fucks Heavy handing tracks until the day the fucking train come Raised up where every mouth that speak the truth get taped shut Peep the evening news my nigga, we don't do the same stuff Kiwis couldn't take us, boy I'm jogging around these bases Niggas pitches need to change, I separated from my main one It's just another day, another nigga's bitch to face fuck I been like this since the Motorola Razr What a bastard that baby was Little mad nigga missing dad, never praying much Right around the same time his grandmama drank a bunch Take the bus, take a niggas seat like it was made for me I got this nigga Da$h with me, he sipping on some maple leaf I'm only happy when there's static in the air 'cause the fair weather fake to me Living in the scope, hairs crossed like adjacent streets Dare a nigga think it's sweet, never, bitches funny boy You berries and you honey for the bear that's here to tear and eat Run a niggas pockets like some errands make it hasty Hope the sheriff keep away from me I hope the sheriff keep away from me