Lyrical Breakdown of Despacito Too - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Despacito Too" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how JID weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Despacito Too" 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 JID 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 JID's narrative.

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Uptown Ayy, it's, it's all for the kids man This-this shit for the kids For the little children, uh Um I can be whatever I want to be Bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me I got the devil in the pockets of my Dungarees Taking a dump on anything that standing under me I can be a dream, yeah, or I can be a nightmare Born on Halloween night, it seems like a light year Double my sprite, hey my guy do you got a light, yeah Squash stampede, plenty lion and many bison, huh Seen some, seen one, but it's not many like 'em When I fry or when I die, bury me with many mics, yeah I can be whatever I want to be Bet not a pussy ass nigga stand in front of me Took a stop at the light, made a right on humble street Guess I been buzzin' like a motherfucking bumblebee Tryna turn this honey tree into a money tree But it's only one of me, and y'all niggas the son of me God God God Wait, wait if I win this I, it's gonna be something, but I don't know what it's gon' be Uh, okay I'm gonna be whatever I want to be Bet not a bitch or a nigga stand in front of me They tryna snatch this motherfucking rug from under me But never stumble, young man rumble, the sensei The J.I.D babe, Mutombo, the brass ensemble Cop an eighth and spend the last on paper and funds So at Thanksgiving I'm your drunk ass uncle On the corner, that junky that mumble The little nigga that climbed the hair of Rapunzel I'm the shrimp beside your gumbo I make myself sick, damn Dick down doctor, that's the J.I.D, give a health check I'm the wrong letter that Made it up out your spell check Fucking up your texts, uh I'm electric, I'm a Lexus I'm the evidence, like the shell case when the shell hit But I never tell shit, I'm cold But the flowing come from the bottom, like, whale shit I know what I know, and I know that you prolly fail shit 'Cause y'all niggas selfish, and my niggas desperate, damn Damn, fuck (I wish I knew, Black Panther, but he's not real) Fuck man, homie, I don't know Not real What you trying Um, look They saying, "What you wanna be J.I.D What you wanna be kid? A doctor, a lawyer, exploring the coral reef shit? A football player, a track sprinter, I know you run fast Oh you gonna be a rapper with your dumbass Just because you used to bump Caz Talk fast, and can tap a drum pad You thinkin' that the world's gone mad? Big head, short ass, big eye, bug eye Drug head, shoo fly, don't bother me" I'ma be better than y'all will be, tryna be, y'all see All for one, all for me, shit, you niggas ain't all for me Motherfucker with your offering Talking, talking, talking She's a sober mind, I keep receipts I beat the beat and eat the beat So I could be the beat if I want to be Me I call you one two the sun do What the sun do rouse when the gun drew Would meet the devil in Hell where niggas'll hunt you When it's dark all around and you lookin' for some But in the heart of the jungle My nigga you run You could be whatever you want But better get you a gun Better do what you want Whatever you feel in your stomach Whatever you gotta do at the moment Only the strong survive Only the strong in mind and soul and spirit and spine You stand for and you rise in due time (He looks determined without being ruthless) (I wish I knew, Black Panther, but he's not real) Yeah (Not real)