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)