Lyrical Breakdown of The Bends - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Bends" 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 "The Bends" 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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Bend, we don't break, we not the bank We all we got Switch whips, relocate way out of state Bada bing, bada bam It's the puppet master, all of the strings in my hand Peace to my mans, gotta go be with your fam more (For real) For real, I feel like the landlord My niggas came a long way from the Dickies and dirty JanSports Jack of all trades, was dealing niggas a handful Bend, we don't break, we not the bank Got memories of your face The photo still on the mantle It's real when you seal up letters with wax Shit changed, now the checks that we seein' is handsome, real Mike WiLLy shit, we rangorilla, they really gave us the ransom You silly, we taxed 'em, bad blood Doing 'em dashes and and pulling fast ones Seen your heart soar, got torn up in the past once Before a jawn, young god get the cash run Hard hung heads might starve in the end Young god get the cash 'fore a jawn thump Pause wit' your man, call Mos if you can, by God (By God) Bend, we don't break, we not the bank Switch whips, relocate all the way out of state Tell my queens, "Keep mace" Keep faith, brother man They stable full of sheep, we stayin' on the lam Game isn't cheap