Lyrical Breakdown of Swear to God - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Swear to God" 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 "Swear to God" 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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(Wheezy outta here) Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Yeah, Pluto (whoa, whoa) I swear to God, yeah (whoa, whoa, whoa) Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album) I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?) Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto) My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo) Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (G7) Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops (G7) Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (let's get it, grr) Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (let's get it, Suge) My bitch ain't gon' cheat unless it's with a bitch we brought back home (shee') I ain't talkin' clothes with crosses, we all pop out rockin' Chrome (shee') This money shit get blown, these bitches, they get flown and sent back home (shee') Drink 'bout this in level two Macon, we fuckin' it up in Rome (woo) All this shit I seen, got too much trauma, I need therapy Glock 10 in my Pair of Thieves, these tennis chains a carat each My lil' bitch, she barely speak, just suck dick, can barely breathe Swear to God, I barely beg, but, nigga, get off my dick please (bitch) We move like the mob (we on that), that pressure get applied (at all times) Nigga play, he dyin' (what else?), I swear to God (on me) My'Eisha, she fine (that's wifey), guess what else, she mine (come on) 250 on the watch (what else?), I ain't never on time (never) Street nigga from the trenches, swear to God, I made millions (I did) I went and made that, niggas gave you that, bitch nigga, it's a difference (be cool) Niggas losin', we winnin', want smoke 'cause they in they feelings (fuck 'em) One call, I send 'em, swear to God, same night, they spinnin' (boom) Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album) I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?) Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto) My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo) Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (100) Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr) Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge) My bitch cheat on me, I swear, I might just get her robbed (yeah) Niggas like us, fuck with us, Zone 6 the mob (woo) Get you cross-eyed in 'em trenches, nigga, I'm a God (swear to God) You ain't steppin' like my lil' nigga, I swear to God (swear to God) KRISS Vec's, 35 shots, swear to God (swear) Doggin' hoes like I'm Michael, nigga, I swear to God (Michael Vick) Billie Jean, diamonds dancin' on me, swear to God (swear) Fettuccine on you, they tearin' you up, swear to God (swear to God) Got a team full of shooters, nigga, I swear to God (God) Ain't gon' calm these niggas down, man, I swear to God (swear to God, woo) I can't turn down for nothin', nigga, I swear to God (turn up) I'ma make a billion off finessin', nigga, I swear to God (God) Fuck your album, shit ain't slappin' like my mixtape (fuck your album) I'm gettin' Saudi Arabia money, servin' oil-based (what's happenin'?) Rob a rapper and say my name, get his chain back (Pluto) My bitch cheat on me, I find out, get her chain snatched (woo) Thousand grams on a Cuban, bought a few blocks (100) Hustler of the century, ordered up a few drops Park a Ferrari in the trenches, feel like 2Pac (grr) Bought a Patek for my bitch, she signed to Death Row (Suge)