Lyrical Breakdown of 2010 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "2010" 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 "2010" 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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Huh I'ma need a bigger bag for the cohort Tryna make a millionaire out of slum dogs Bet that, head crack, blunt force Cozy with the east Africans up north Where seven make a three, turn a ten by law Crescent moon wink, when I blinked, it was gone Left the crib, smacked, no sheath on the sword Made it by the skin of my teeth, thank God '03, momma rockin' Liz Claiborne Had her stressin' up the wall playin' Mary J. songs Rainy day came, couldn't rinse the stains off Long way to go, we already came far Story stayed the same, it was never made up Threw me loose change, look at what I made of it When the mood change I'ma poker face 'em It's a new day, who got all the aces? Who be foldin' late? Who know when to play dead? Who sit up straight when the roof caved in? Had a full plate, you ain't wanna split it Tell it to you straight, you ain't wanna listen Cup runneth over the brim Bust open, there's no closin' the lid Drum roll, here go my lil' entrance Gung ho, I'm the one that go get it Five O's on me like the Olympics Pure gold, somethin' told me don't mix it Caught a feelin', momma had me out temptin' Not religious, we was really out Philly Livin' on the fly tryna wing it We got us a fire to rekindle Redirect the fight where it's meant for Triumph over plight and immense loss Ride alone at night, I get clear thoughts Caught a couple slights and I veered off Saw another height, had my ears poppin' Walked outside, it was still gorgeous Sharp incisors reveal slowly In a dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry Uh, niggas still drummin' Foot shook ground when I stepped on it Didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more In a dark inside, we was real hungry On a seven of the five, we was real hungry And I didn't look back when I broke soil 'Cause every time I did, it would hurt more Alright Yessir, this nigga spittin' Damn, nigga