Lyrical Breakdown of Oh Wow...Swerve - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Oh Wow...Swerve" 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 "Oh Wow...Swerve" 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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Oh wow You want the next part, kablaow Yeah, kablaow, yeah Hold up, oh wow, shit That's the part Shit, I'm proud The track Got a whole lot of cash Kablaow I put a hole in your... Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow) She got a big old ass, I'm proud (But) I got a whole lot of cash, kablaow I put a hole in your ass (And then), I'm out Like a motherfuckin' lamp Smoke in my nappy dreads, how you scared to die, nigga? Don't believe that lie, I think that everybody happy dead Hell is a fabricated figment of imagination I done seen worse for real right there off 'Yac and behind gas station Cambridge Homes, 'partments where the girls get damaged young From overexposure to the vultures And prey on them like pastors is supposed to If they wasn't so concerned about the tags that's on they clothes, but Guess that's how it goes, fuck it, what do I know? Ain't been in service since Jim Jones had somethin' with Hov I document my life with rap beefs, love songs, favorite albums In years that my niggas got blood on they sneakers from bodies they might've caught I don't judge no one, I'm just knowin' At night, when it get quiet, that shit could fuck with 'em And if it don't right now, it's gon' catch up to 'em Guilt heavy as a cloud in a thunderstorm, huh My niggas blowing loud like an elephant It's helpin' 'em to cope, I don't do nothin' if it don't Make somethin', make a dollar Make me wonder, make me prouder Make me karma, make me better I ain't no killer, don't make me have to, nigga You want my spot, well maybe after, nigga So active on the radio, I'm radioactive, nigga That's a bar, I had to give it to 'em Never slouching, not even on couches in the living room And I feel like the world is ending soon Is there any good or bad? Well that's depending on you And if you wake up in time I know it's better to be sleep, that's why we hate the alarm I feel you Oh wow (Oh wow, oh wow) She got a big old ass (She got a big old butt), I'm proud (What?) I got a whole lot of cash (Racks, racks), kablaow I put a hole in your ass (And then), I'm out Like a motherfuckin' lamp Yeah Yeah, yeah Oh yeah Bizness Boi Yeah, uh Oh yeah If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside And I know it inside, inside out, ayy What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside And I know it inside, inside out, ayy What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh The way I'm robbin', niggas say I'm gonna die I bought a baby Draco carbon, that's a motherfuckin' lie Stephen Curry on my hip, Klay Thompson, let it fly Southwest Murder Block Crips, we don't die, we multiply (Crip) Maxo talk a lot of shit but is he really 'bout that life? (Say what?) Is a pig's pussy pork and can a caterpillar fly? (That's right) Go Go Gadget, toting ratchets, beam attachment on the side I keep a savage that'll blast it, my crash dummies down to ride These niggas janky than a bitch, I do my shit up on my lonely So I can't trust you on a lick if you not Nina, Mac, or Tommy Traphouse serving like hibachi, Draco, chopstick, baby AK Different flavors like Tekashi, twelve gauge shotty like I'm Tr3yway Maxo Kobe, holy moly, servin' smokey like I'm Dae Dae Runnin' out of dog food like I fed Chico Put a brick on your head and get you dropped like Deebo I'm slangin' bricks like Craig, I'm tryna drop these bows If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside And I know it inside, inside out, ayy What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh If I keep moving like this, then I'm a god Happy on the outside, jealous on the inside And I know it inside, inside out, ayy What this shit here mean? It's the Japanese, huh Look Alright, I fucked up my whip 'cause I'm high and I swerve Sorry that I scared you, I didn't do that on purpose My life been fucked up so I got problems with my nerves My hands get sweaty...