Lyrical Breakdown of Black Grammys (feat. Rockie Fresh, Meek Mill, & J. Cole) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Grammys (feat. Rockie Fresh, Meek Mill, & J. Cole)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how J. Cole weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Grammys (feat. Rockie Fresh, Meek Mill, & J. Cole)" 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 J. Cole 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 J. Cole's narrative.

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If Michael Jackson was alive right now He would want us to smoke one for him Double M, Self Made 3, let's go Folarin in this ma'fucka I'm just talking to you ma'fuckas If I don't make you niggas proud Then this should never be allowed Look, misunderstood, just over heads Just in your ears, although you deaf Killing my fitteds with no intent, I groom better Like I'm under a goal post, I am too official Extra point, nigga, I forever kick it As far as lyrics, I'm quite content with celibate living Wittingly unfuckwittable with these syllables And fuck your syllabi, lil' nigga been to school The realest dude in the room in my groove And all my women come frequently as the summer's moon Keep talking 'bout ambition shit Brown women, brown liquor, I'm innocent And all these bitches don't know which body part they gon' pick Invite them to my mind, but they end up on my dick Reminiscing upon my man Slick We from the jungle, the grimiest animal a pig As-salamu alaykum though, try to hit the Jummah Muhammed said you faking, though Somebody said, "You winning, why BOA pray so much?" I say, "You tripping, such winnin' make niggas prey on us" Dreams fulfilling they ain't capable of As I renovate a model but do raise up your cup Tell them niggas we never giving up And never lose us on this never ending revenue hunt Folarin in this ma'fucka Still talking to you ma'fuckas If you don't make your niggas proud Then this should never be allowed, church Uh, I did it for my family I'ma take my mama to the Grammys And shoutout everybody that ever said that I can't be And show her everything that she taught done came in handy Yeah, everything fine and dandy Hurricane flow, dropped my album it was Sandy On another level, so they couldn't understand me I guess I gotta take what I want like Meyer Lansky Shore is 'bout to get back, put your feet up and sit back Barely went gold, but I got money just like I went plat You get that? Look like I went diamond where my wrist at I eat a nigga first four bars without a Kit Kat, pause Let me get that, oh, how you get that far 'Cause when I ran out of gas, I had to push that car And when I ran out of cash, I had to push that hard I ain't even used to look that far, you dig? I learned to hustle when I took that loss, I did 18 when I took that charge Time to retire old niggas like they did Brett Favre, you dig? New flows and new hoes Now I'm switching Ferrari's just like I do clothes I run a business my nigga, I don't just do shows I don't just rhyme, nigga, all I know is grind, nigga I'm looking at the plan like this shit might work But if it don't work then this shit might hurt We made first and goal, now we gotta convert Gotta get a couple mill, then go for dessert I'm tryna break the bank, I ain't breaking the news That negative attention be the reason we lose Instead of paying bills niggas wanna buy shoes If it's money over bitches, is it that hard to choose? Nah Give these fuck niggas some fame Nine times out of ten, they wouldn't even sustain You can tear they ass apart and let the pussy remain Until the industry fuck 'em and then they no one again I always been me, I was never ashamed I understand that no man's path is the same And when you not lying, you're even harder to tame If you ever tell the truth, then you free in the game, yeah Nigga, don't be a statistic How your main bitch sending me pictures? Feeling futuristic might buy me a Fisker Or a time machine to make the process quicker I ain't with the waiting, but I stay patient I take work trips, I don't take vacations I'm headed to the top, where I stay stationed Yeah, nigga, I stay stationed And I ain't with the drama, don't look back for that The flow got more crack than the trap you at I'm done with bitter bitches, it's a wrap for that If your a angry bird, it's an app for that I waited for a minute for this plan to hatch And now I'm back with a brand-new batch Yeah, and it feel good when it go like that I spend quick and make the dough right back, uh This verse never before rehearsed, it was wrote on site To slit a nigga throat on sight Took a whole lot of punches like the Cotto fight Cole World, zip your coat up tight, I put your soul on nice Illiterate, the boy don't write Never met a beat that the flow don't like, it's cold Young C.O.L.E. call me Neo And if I ain't the one, I'm the prototype, woo Insane how I rhyme All I do is brainstorm, then I rain down lines Dog-eat-dog world, nigga, we on the loose Niggas don't wanna hang, I'm the tree, I'm the noose You lil' pups couldn't pee on my roots Touch the people, oh, I could be a masseuse Thoughts black, I should be in The Roots While y'all foulin', me I just shoot Fallon, Jimmy, nigga Ask for it nice, now it's gimmie nigga Once poor now it's plenty, nigga Still want more, no Demi, nigga Serve niggas quick like Denny's Got penny's for my thoughts, now look what I done bought Did the most with what I was taught A Carolina nigga bound to be the greatest is a helluva start Cole World, nigga Double MG, Dreamville shit Folarin in this ma'fucka Still talking to you ma'fuckas If you don't make your niggas proud Then this should never be allowed, church (Maybach Music)