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