Lyrical Breakdown of The Mint (feat. Navy Blue) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Mint (feat. Navy Blue)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

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

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Yup, yup, that's right I'm runnin' things, I'm runnin' things Hold me down, hold me up Hold me close 'cause my times is up Show they true colors, don't know who to trust Mind workin' like the water when it rush Grownin' from my father, bitter to his touch Now I'm solely honor, livin' is a must All this for my momma 'til I'm dust God gon' deal the karma, lost my trust Sayin': "Every man know many men" Got me in a jam, I be in my feelings On the other hand, I just need a moment Offer my condolence, smokin' 'til the mornin' Brodie on the corner with a piece on his hip Give a warning 'fore you blow it in the sky Tiptoein' over mortar and the brick Bumpin' shoulders with the devil in disguise Shoulder-level water on the rise Twist, 40s in the morning in the winter I heard you got your sauce at the enterprise Evidently, it was rented but it's mine Evidently, it was written like Nas I was in the kitchen with that nigga Mike Gotta listen when I tell ya simmer down Two years I've been missin', livin' life You was wildin', every day was trash Crackers pilin' in to rape the land Early morning, wash my swollen hands Hit the showers, cleanse my soul and crash Tiptoein' over glass, brodie go too fast, told him slow up Know I use too much of everything at hand Except the difference is now I control it, I be In the crib and in the moment, stuck sippin' out the flask Feet up on the dash, I hit the spliff but don't promote it Under overpass, no cap Sand fallin' out the hourglass Grand total, it's a whole lotta raps Quicksand, scramblin' outta that Go behind the back, switch hands The fare's high, niggas know they outta wack Sterilize your clique, paralyze maritime niggas when Every time Wavy Don tappin' in Savion Glover caught a couple Ls Took 'em to the neck, motherfucker Lotta blood to let, peace to make, fuck a check Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check Lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a check Uh-uh, lotta blood to let, peace to make, give a fuck about a Nigga, ayy, ayy, ayy, ayy, maybe