Lyrical Breakdown of Blow Up - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blow Up" 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 "Blow Up" 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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La, la, la, laa, la, la, la Hey, this is a song for my haters Yeah Y'all got me feelin like the greatest, yeah Hey! This is a song for my haters Hey! Y'all got me feelin like the greatest, yeah Bitch, I'm about to blow up Uhuh Say what Bitch I'm about to blow up Hey I'm came up, I warmed up, and next up Bitch I'm about to blow up Now don't that sound legendary Live enough to reserect the dead and buried This for my niggas who ain't satisfied with secondary This for sisters who ain't satisfied with secretary I'm blowing up and bitch I'm still me But what's the cost to live your dreams do you feel me Everything glittering ain't what you think it will be Funny how money chains and whips make me feel free I'm staring in this bitch and yeah I write the show Fuck the haters I'm headed to the place you would like to go They say what you fighting for The game is life support Gary Coleman just passed Life is short Bitch I'm bout to blow up Look I'm about to blow up Got to the club early just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up But now it's bottles at the table bring them out cause bitch I'm bout to pour up You know what Bitch I'm bout to blow up Left side left side ey Right side right side uh huh Left side left side ey Right side right side uh huh Bitch I'm bout to blow up This is song for my haters You got me feeling like the greatest Bitch I'm bout to blow up You got me feeling like the greatest This is a song for my haters You got me feeling like the greatest Bitch I'm bout to blow up Momma say I should reconsider law school But that means I wear a suit and bend the truth and feel awful Hell no got a degree but what that cost you You make a good salary just to pay sali mae That's real as ever Ducking bill collectors like Jehovah's witness when they show up at your door at Christmas Tryna let it go Hit the club she drop it low Lower than my credit score Account overdraft what I got this debit for So much debt it got me thinking bitch I better blow I better blow these hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle You boarder like mexico Baby girl what it look like Where your head at what you cook like She say where your bread at Or what your whip like If you ain't got one or the other well brother goodnight Bitch I'm about to blow up Look I'm about to blow up Got to the club early just to get in free and wait for hoes to show up But now it's bottles at the table bring them out cause bitch I'm bout to pour up You know what Bitch I'm bout to blow up Left side left side ey Right side right side uh huh Left side left side ey Right side right side uh huh Bitch I'm about to blow up This is a song for my haters You got me feeling like the greatest Said I'm about to blow up This is a song for my haters You got me feeling like the greatest Bitch I'm about to blow up Praise God Its hard to stay spiritual How they got these niggas on the t.v selling miracles You mean to tell me everything gonna fine If I call your hotline And pay 29.99 Well damn why ain't you say so Take this check and ask God to multiply all my pesos And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes I saved her number just in case but now it's case closed To you niggas biting my flows and my subject matter You'll never be me partner so it don't fucking matter Try to be and your career will see funerals And be you thats when it sounds beautiful Maybe you can blow up Maybe you can blow up You know what For now Bitch I'm about to blow up