Lyrical Breakdown of Slick Talk - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slick Talk" 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 "Slick Talk" 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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Activate, activate, activate, activate

Activate, activate, you know I'm about to activate

Activate, activate, activate, activate

Activate, activate

(Woah, Kenny)

Activation, activation

Maturation process, rap game too saturated

Grab your lady, masturbation on her face

An acne patient acting patient, so complacent

Comfortable, a basic bowl of shit

Hold my own, I own my dick

Go shalom, I'm unpredictable

And roll with the clique and fold with big clips

I know I'm feelin' activated when I came in this bitch

Claiming the 6, I don't care about being famous and shit

I was a bad little never had, nigga get the bag

Give it back to my fam, boy I am who I am

Hope I don't get in a jam in a jam

Had a dream of eating lamb in the Lam'

And the label come off fam with the ram

Like Martin, Gina, Cole, Tommy, and Pam

Start scheming, boy, you die where you-

Now hear dis! You likkle spit and chew out soundbwoy

You mussi think you can go buy experience a Woolworth!

You mussi think a so King Selassie ah get him crown!

No, no, no!

No, no, no, no way!

You got to work hard for it! (Look, okay)

This the type of shit that have niggas in beef

Dat slick talk followed by some stick talk then sleep

Pissed off, I done took my fifth loss this week

Big dog, I can scratch that shit off like fleas

I got a lotta shit to say, but I'ma keep my list short

I know alotta your favorites not gon' fuck with this part

When I'm done, please know that I was trying to diss y'all

'Cause if this is a competition, then I'm setting this bar

In my city, who's with me? I'm in my own lane, jack

Niggas said JID so flame, I propane rap

I'm from East Atlanta like Gucci and Travis Porter

But my story is similar to the hare and the tortoise

Pen so sharp, told stories, you thought I forged it

Back in the fourth grade, never read Curious Jorge

My nigga Corey kept a little 40 inside his North Face

Left a nigga with no face and beat the court case

Coming home from ball practice, took the street the short way

We from the East, but never gave niggas a reason

To try it or think it's easy, soft pussy niggas eat the sorbet

Or eating your face, or squeeze the heat, then leaving your place

I've been telling you life's a bitch, but it's a beach in your case

I've been yelling and throwing fits, I'm tired of screaming all day

I've been fighting these fucking demons all day

Man, this shit ain't never been easy, maybe I just need a breather

Hand your boy the blower, let me squeeze it

Blow a little steam, I ain't hating, I'm just heated

Niggas know what I mean, but niggas don't know what I been through

So if I offend you then, uhh, uhh, uhh, uhh

I heard niggas looking for a problem

But we don't even move until the rent due

My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Better pray to God that he don't get you (our Father)

Better pray to God

Look, okay

Fuck what a nigga say or, look, my mama think I made it

Lift my head to the skies, I cry and begin prayer

Thanks to the maker, got me out of an awful place

My nigga gone for 17 years like a cicada

More than a motivator for me to get off my anus

And kick ass like I'm Danny Mainus

Put the pen pad to the paper, big mad with a painting brush

Splish splash, drawing scenes from my dim lit past

Dimwit, pimp shit, syndicate with the pen grip

Ripping shit, intimate, infinite rhyme kicking, l-l-let's begin

Who's your list? Your top 10? You can say whoever better than

I'm ready now, I was ready then, I was headed down the aisle

Rap game in a wedding gown, she gave me the ring

I said, "Yes" and vowed for forever now

On the honeymoon getting naked now

On a money pile doing doggystyle

I'm a father now, and you are my child

Or you aren't my child, I'm on Maury now

And I'm talking loud, the results are found

You are not the, wow, I should kill this bitch like a doggy pound

We divorcing now

I want the cars, ring, clothes, all the house

And you broke my heart, I'm re-organizing

And really trying to be mature about it

But I gotta kill it like a fucking villain

Dream-villain, Spill-villain, rhyme to the ceiling

Would I should I kill a rapper 'cause I coulda

Duh nigga, this a gun and a bullet

I heard niggas looking for a problem

But we don't even move until the rent due

My niggas' hands itching, finna rob something

Better pray to God that he don't get you

Not that I need it

This nigga cap as fuck, man

Ain't no cap in my rap

This super cap in your rap, boy

Where y'all niggas from for real?

Where y'all from? (oohh)