Lyrical Breakdown of Posted With Demons - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Posted With Demons" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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Yeah I was tryin' to tell you, be cool 'Cause I ain't never wanna see you goin' through it I ain't even have to trap no more 'cause I was doing it too fluently I told myself I would never rob nobody and then end up doin' it (Who dat, Trell?) Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did All this dope I sold I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost I was already ahead of the wave Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch I still fuck an average bitch I be on some savage shit Ran it up with this rappin' shit I'm casually pimpin' these bitches I don't give a fuck if the bitch is Catholic I give zero fucks You can worship the devil, bitch, just drop me these bricks I got the preacher's daughter Sellin' pussy, bitch gon' make me rich I might've fucked the lil' thot on the strength Or because it was late and a nigga was lit (Woah) Came off the block, I was just posted up With all the demons and did what I did Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock Drop my top, pull off on a cop (Skrrt) Broke a block, down to rock Disturbin' the peace like I'm Chris I'm not an average street nigga, stop frontin' Puttin' diamonds on you, bitch Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock Killed the box, got sloppy top I just wet this nigga, bitch Codeine, Wock', plastic Glock Broke a block, down to rock Disturbin' the peace, like I'm Chris Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons All this dope I sold I tell my real life, finna go cop me a Ghost I was already ahead of the wave Now I gotta go out and buy me a boat Rich nigga fuckin' on the baddest bitch I still fuck an average bitch I be on some savage shit Ran it up with this rappin' shit I can't never forget when I was starvin', that shit make me sick I wouldn't care if I never seened your face again, you crazy bitch All this ice on, you can see through tint when it's just three percent Black and stone, my diamonds on, Sylvester Stallone Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah No, these not the wrong diamonds Sylvester Stallone diamonds, yeah No, these not the wrong diamonds (These not the wrong diamonds) You can see with your eyes on your own I done went against odds before Makin' it, takin' it, they see the wrong If the streets don't kill you first, nigga It's gon' make you strong I done came from out the dirty, nigga Buried the money in the floor I got racks on me and I'm froze Rockin' tennis chains on you hoes Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with demons You ain't did the shit I did Came off the block, I was posted with- You ain't did the shit I did