Lyrical Breakdown of LAUDER - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LAUDER" 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 "LAUDER" 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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Yeah Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Get my girl angry and pissed and give that pussy a kiss Pushing the same piece of shit until I get me a Bentley Same niggas, same goals, same dreams and epiphanies Me and my niggas are same lines as symmetry Wasn't empathy 'Member we would front yard brawl with big Timothy Kicked them doors because we had a lot of energy My brother was locked up for shooting at the enemy Caught one nigga then caught 15 I ain't meet that nigga 'til I was 15 Now I'm kicking 16's with a big screen In an attempt to get the big cream Little guy with a big dream I need guidance 'Cause if we don't succeed I probably proceed violence Sippin' on the brown, no Bobby I don't fuck with nobody No team and no posse You can catch it like Shockey King of all kings, praise Haile Selassie Rastafari, I don't need nobody, the God's got me Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth You ain't used to the hustle bro Yeah that shit how you live We on a trade for a trade I do this for you, I do this for you, you know what I mean? I took the risk, you took the risk, I ain't disrespect it So part of the reason I be so hard on my people We never had it easy, never had a pot to pee in I be on my knees praying to my onomatopoeias Packing a coliseum, ain't no parking, I gotta see J.I.D Gotta be there for my family, I gotta, can't try to be I could out of my mind, thinking logically No apologies for speaking how I feel I silently swore solemnly That I would be the guy to make my black people proud of me Roses to the mothers of anybody that doubted me Yo' chick want dick, bitch dove in the covers Overseen my areas, surveyed over my brothers You touch them, you kill me, you can't get close to none of us They still double dribble, we going for triple doubles Triple up on your investment fuckin' with us Probably have to rock that vest shit you fuckin' with us Wait (nah bro) Huh? (What you talkin' 'bout, homes?) Okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a bitch The dopest dope you smoke gon' get you a whiff Watch how these niggas flip the script with the flick of they wrist Southern lyricists don't exist like my flow is a myth Okay but fuck that shit I gotta get it, I gotta get 'em Tired of picking these locks, you don't respect my existance Since I used to sleep in my car, never a park or a bench But damn a nigga was broke, damn it if I didn't get it Them niggas was thinking that it was just some rap for the kid One day they gon' hit my phone, hit the show, scream, clap for the kid Let's get it poppin', they're pulling pistols on apostle Paul So paid the piper or meet the sniper the legend of the fall I knew in diapers you and I was nothing alike at all I do or die, you do it to die, I'm really making calls You couldn't kill it and take it out of me The ideology, this the odyssey I'm Odysseus, you gotta follow me Watch how I maneuver, I influence the influencers The flow is like the flu in influenza going through the motion So I motivate all of my niggas, they tell me kill 'em with kindness I'd rather kill 'em and they're other significants Writing lyrics in the city with pretty booties and titties Don't get the cooties, it ain't like the movies It kinda is 'cause they shooting Kind of shit is you moving? Shit I'm pushing, empower the people life where I grew up Someone tutored the student These niggas stupidest, stupider, stupid shit Sick as a bitch, flick of the wrist My pen carries my many sins The irony the iron can't straighten out any wrinkle in existence Ripple and time triple my eyes realistically sicken Am I sick in the head? Wish I was dead sick on 'em My lead sick 'em, give 'em, send 'em to hell, eh Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was sick as a b- Okay, okay I told motherfuckers I was- Bitch