Lyrical Breakdown of 8701 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "8701" 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 "8701" 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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Best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah Ain't better than my worst shit, yeah Your best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah Don't call me underrated, you ain't heard shit, yeah Work like a vet, and know I don't work for a check But I'ma run it up, you can bet Fuck the competition, I'll impress myself Don't need to watch me, you should check yourself So much on the shelf that if I take a verse off the shelf It probably break the Earth, raise Hell It burn like 8701, ushered in a new flow for the old one My pants too tight, I don't hold no gun But Jiddy JID bookbag probably hold one I keep a smile on my face when it's all bad Record labels on my line, I ain't call back And your girl on my line, I ain't call back He got his eyes on the prize and they all mad (ay, shit) All mad (it's like) As (yeah) I reminisce I'm doing well, yeah Buying with my 9, bitch it ain't the smell, nah My nigga caught a charge, yeah, he caught the L He down the road now, send him (yeah) some mail, uh Get it while they get his goods, I had to get it together I was gathering my goods for the inclement weather Trying to make it heavy and heard your shit was light as a feather That's fine, get it together, you can do better You can be whatever you gon' be But you can be never, JID the monster Mayhem and tax by the letter Let us pray for those who thought it was a game or child's play Somebody answer, take the floor and I'll wait Your best shit ain't better than my worst shit, yeah That .40 on me now, I disperse shit, yeah Heard what I said, let 'em twerk, drop they berk shit, yeah But she ain't even heard the kid yet Serve shit off purpose, on point with a smooth work shit On purpose, outpatient, might surface Nah, bruh (huh?)