Lyrical Breakdown of LONDON - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LONDON" 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 "LONDON" 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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I'm in London, I like to go shop at the mall (yeah) Shop at the store, shop in the—, ah, ah (yeah) (Aziz, Aziz) BIA, BIA, yeah (buss) Yeah I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shop in the tropics, stop at Dior (ah, ah) Louis Vuitton cover my toes Throw on my trousers, look at my bricks These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes) Chrome Heart socks in sandals Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn) Please quick talk, no ramble Soon as they send their bread, I cancel, ooh (ah, ah) I like to tango, twistin' and tangle, testin' the angles (rrah) Up in the bank though, I got the same goals You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll (boo-boo-boo-boo) Pricey, pricey, pricey He wanna f— 'cause I'm icy (ah, ah) He never met no one like me It's pretty funny how now they all like me, innit? This ain't rented (skrrt) straight from the plane I boarded Maybe you can't afford it I'm with my dawgs and we out in Shoreditch (go, go) Shoreditch, Shoreditch, Shoreditch You got a shortage on your funds And I got a long clip on my guns (rrrah) Sounds like fun, I got no shortage, I'm no bum Reach for my pearls, and, you done Reach for the purses (rrrah! Big bankroll, b—) Wearing designer, I'm in the future I got a future, I'm in a new truck I'm in the booth, yeah Drinkin' kombucha (boom, boom, boom, boom) Singin' with Smiley, speak of me highly Tryna go Kylie, I woke up finally Suffer in silence, wakin' up violent Checkin' the finance, choosin' the finest That's the environment, I'm 'bout to time it (rrrah) I bought a Timex, AP, ooh I'm checkin' my timin', ooh (ah, ah) Cleanin' my watch, cleanin' the top (ah, ah, ah) Gettin' my job, I got a job (rrrah) Kickin', kickin', kickin', drop man (cash) Nike, Nike, very good check, they like me (cash) Mans tell me he like me He wanna f— me, very likely (yes, haha) Can't even honor it, man (i think that's true, I think that's true) BIA, BIA, yeah I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shop in the tropics, stop at Dior (ah, ah) Louis Vuitton cover my toes Throw on my trousers, look at my bricks These are my tennis, look at my shoes (look at my shoes) Chrome Heart socks in sandals Mans outside in Crocs in shambles (damn) Please quick talk, no ramble Soon as they send their bread, I cancel, ooh (ah, ah) I like to tango, twistin' and tangle, testin' the angles (rrah) (they absolutely adore me in London) Up in the bank though, I got the same goals You with the same hoes, I like the bankroll (uh) Plane just landed, Heathrow, hop off the G4, standard We see a opp, it's G-code, we blow his top, now he's volcanic Please don't panic over my lingo Both of my feet so planted Gold weddin' ring on my finger But yet I'm still killin' 'em single-handed Drum on the gun like I'm Ringo I'm in this b— with no chain like I'm Django We from the ends where they know that they can't go She go both ways so I'm tastin' the rainbow (ha) Yummy, they got no more bread, they're crummy The same way that Melo was starin' at Rih is the way that I stare at the money I'm ready to risk it all if I lift it bet I won't miss it, you a statistic Thought sh— was sweet 'til we popped up and popped off the top of your mystic, I go ballistic Hopped out a drop, got the drop on an opp, now I'm opportunistic I like to shop in the District, coppin' this, coppin' that, I'm proper capitalistic, uh Dreamer, Dreamer, runnin' the game in my signature trainers Balenciaga for joggers, I might just wear Crocs at the O2 arena Splendid, got no limits, should have a tank on my pendant Blokes goin' broke tryna keep up with Cole but I make it back soon as I spend it Maybach tinted, "Scuse me, sir, but ain't that rented?" I'm offended Straight cash for my Benzes, we don't pay back interest Aim at fences when I swing Pay respects and kiss my ring Even Elizabeth said I'm king, haha (well he's bloody well right, isn't he? Haha) Why would I choose between this one or that one when I know that I can have both? I laugh at these rappers for cappin', I guess T.I.P ain't the only one out here with jokes Mans don't want smoke (I just don't understand) (I don't even think they should be allowed to breathe the same air as him if you asked me) I'm in London, I like to go and shop at the mall Shop at the Prada, shop at the store Shop in the tropics, stop at Dior (ah) (stop at Dior)