Lyrical Breakdown of Hitchcock - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hitchcock" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Jack Harlow weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hitchcock" 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 Jack Harlow 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 Jack Harlow's narrative.
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Yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, whoa
Ayy
Watchin' Hitchcocks 'til I drift off
Woke up to this beat and let this shit knock
She wan' give top 'til my dick soft
Clockwork every week, and it's like tick-tock
I just hit Atlanta, I got 2for with me
In the cockpit, I might just take him to Pluto with me
If Bruno hit me, we might have to fuck with Mars
And they don't wanna hear me sing, they told me rap those fuckin' bars
Well, alright
Trust, I ain't forgot how to do it
I been in hibernation tryna fuckin' stockpile this music
I heard the shit that y'all been droppin,' it's monotonous to me
You got a mic inside your room, well, see, that's not how you use it
Y'all fuckin' suck
Keep your distances from me
They should've warned y'all, don't be fuckin' with that kid from Kentucky
I know some hipsters in my city won't admit that they love me
'Cause back when they were my age they wasn't shit except ugly (y'all are ugly as shit, bro)
Chandeliers swingin' through my comfort zone
Standing here thinkin' how we gonna blow
She got the manicured fingers with the butt to go with it
Jeans fitted, yeah, she colder than the London snow
And as for me, I'm just a young one
Walkin', talkin' hundred motions with about a hundred flows
I've been tryna find the next step to make my best friends rich
And you been sittin' around wonderin' if the blunt is rolled
Y'all come and go with them 20-minute dreams
Blown away by a coincidence and wonder what it means
Check your horoscopes at night and fall in love with what you read
Like the universe gon' have my back in 2017
You ain't 'bout shit
Feelin' like I'm Reggie Miller, down six
Doin' 90, lookin' out for undercover Crown Vics
Flying out the city, payin' zero dollars roundtrips
Saw her take a picture of me, told her take it down quick
Bitch, I'm from the Lou'
And they know me when they see me ever since I was in school
I should shout-out to my father, know they peep me handle business
All you really gotta know is that I get it from that dude
Shootin' from the Nazareth
We shootin' for that platinum hit
It's Jack from out the Highlands, goin' stupid on these tracks again
I'm movin' with a pack of kids and supervisin' acid trips
Rappers gettin' worse, I think they usin' too much Actavis
It's cool, though
I'm just a guest inside the house of a culture that ain't mine
And I'm just blessed to be around
These kids be talkin' 'bout what's trash
Man, I swear that y'all got some nerve
How you gon' be most opinionated from the suburbs
I hope they bump this shit on Bardstown with the windows down
Ridin' 'round while the stars out and the garden out
This the wrong tree to bark down
Finally snapping on these hoes, and I don't need no hard count, damn