Lyrical Breakdown of D/vision - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "D/vision" 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 "D/vision" 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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Yo, I'm in Atlanta, bruh Hit me back, lil' nigga Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us" Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up Dead 'em from every side of the spectrum Hannibal Lecter lecture, body part bone collector Nosy ass hoes get punched in the septum That's part of the woes for throwing salt like Epsom Pardon my bros, kinda off the rocker and steps Don't step, stupid, or you get slept stupid East side little Route, Zone 6 vet Showin' respect, a nigga forever in debt, but don't forget it Anybody wanna see 'em, I can make 'em a believer At your neck like Gillette, get you and the nigga next to ya In present time they sayin' that I'm the next nigga Woah, woah, that kinda sound like a death trap Can't see the floor, elevator, where the steps at? James Bond nine, James Harden with the step-back No D, niggas playin' foul, where the techs at? That's cool, wave the .30 'round, where the TECs at? Better get back, better get you a jetpack They shoot where the ref at They shoot at your jefe They leavin' 'em stank like Pepé Le Pew They just put a hole in his Pepe I go where the check at, Margiella Gorilla They kill a nigga for a thrill, they feel it now, cool, keep it movin' I won't be the nigga they taking out, breaking down, face down As far as these rappers man, these words couldn't hurt a nigga Far as these rappers, I can't count on a ninja turtle's finger Who really is fucking with the kid, that is J.I.D I am loud, that is mid, I'm a pound, that's a smidge I'm a stallion, stout, strong, war ready, resilient Guess the Lord put me in position just to kill niggas A warrior, but words used is my spear My sword, my fear, my Lord, my chance is void if I Do it for myself and don't give back to the loyal The unemployed, all my boys in here Okay, let's really make some noise in here I'm under pressure, smoking pressure, walking in no direction Chalk it up to the devil for fucking with my perspective Too young to be a witness but old enough for the lessons Soo Young, got a tucker to fuck with the chief inspector I bleed just like your favorites, I shit just like the angels Oh shit, I feel a change and a shift in niggas' thinkin' Like Lute, I got the jugg, I'ma say it's quite the finagle Get rich and make some babies that's weirder than Will and Jada's But lately, I've been blocked up Lately, I've been strugglin' with ways to get my stock up Me and Venus workin' on new videos to blockbust and city shows and pop-ups And really though I feel as though there's no bitch I could not fuck Niggas make art and act hard for no Oscar Boy, you're just Leonardo Born in the life you had to learn to be part of Still, no deal, still whippin' the Mazda, but fuck "Niggas ain't seein' you, Venus" shit, and I ain't seeing me So many nights at the bottom, swore I was ET My mama beat me, mo'fuck a degree I chose both pills, my thoughts 3D And often I probably come off so off the deep beat That a lil' nigga like me gotta keep at least two or three BPs In the blunt, they're off a DP as the rain pops off of these street And the pain pops me another one to the brain I let the strain do what you can't, I know it's hard out tryna reach me, huh I'm battling addiction, I'm deep in premonitions I'm clutching on my last dollars, I'm stretching common sense A pressure point a keeper so I question my existence Be assessing my involvement, second-guessing my delivery Lord, Ezekiel take the wheel, I'm flying in the young Out of luck, out of hope to fuck up So motherfuck a time-limit, I'ma take what's mine, nigga Ha- now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us" Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up Now, elevate my status to "Gucci bag us" Glued to my apparatus, pussy harass us Me and Siri moving steery so that shit don't matter And, yes, them things gon' flash if you want to act up If you want to act up If you want to act up Come, act up