Lyrical Breakdown of DNA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "DNA" 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 "DNA" 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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Intercepting a fifth of whisky And neckin it 'til I'm dizzy I never was defenseless I never hugged a fence I pick a side and trust in it Stomach full of drugs and shit My niggas on some other cleanse Sunday binge, Monday Then another 6 days back to Sunday when it's done again And the pants better be creased on my corpse If you need that, run until the street lights off Back got bigger, got the team strapped on And you thought it was magic But that's just the difference Nigga my team is magicians We think of the shit that we want then we get it Look I got hoes in my britches Big up Dill and Britches, pro part coming soon Thought you knew this my nigga It's crackin like french tips Just checking and balancing Checks and the salaries Testing my friendships Cause niggas get sour of this Rap shit got the best of me I threw the rest off the balcony Shoutout Da$H and Retchy I know yo bitch check for me So much for chivalry So long to every bitch tryna get intimate I'm in my 20s now Feet aimed at the jaws of the running mouth Disdained from the loss since a fucking child Spotlights on me I ain't stopping in my tracks We taking it all and we running out Threw shade in the past but you want me now huh Put your face in your palm when I come around ya Tell mom I'mma get a gun If I get too popular I'm just being honest with it Tell her: Stop whining It ain't no mo problems I'm the best out of all these niggas I'm just home when you speaking Ain't no home for the weekend No rest for your ass if I know that you're sleeping I'm here and I'm there And I'm up and I'm down And I'm low and I'm peakin (yup) It's cold in the deep end (yup) Bitch nigga, we the train If you see 'em wave Ain't no bitch in my DNA Bitch nigga, we the train If you see 'em wave Ain't no bitch in my DNA Hundred blunts, niggas chains, that's my day to day Niggas tryna ride my train like they fucking strays My bro left today, fuck Hot sauce in my cup of noodles, you taught me that I ain't seen us in years And this news right here almost made me have a heart attack Your momma heart intact We just spoke, I couldn't stomach that I'm going to London on the first, I'm bringing you something back A house on the hill with a big ass grill Where we could have a boxing match Japan, Australia, I know you be proud of that I got a couple bitches now, I ain't gotta lie about that I know you in a better place, I can't even cry about that When I look into the clouds, I know you look down on me Right next to grandmammy, and the rest of the ones who wanna see me happy