Lyrical Breakdown of Behold - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Behold" 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 "Behold" 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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Behold, they say JID in G-O-D mode
.223 reload, let's see how fast the EMT go
These flows keep they feet cold, the throne's getting repoed
While these folks playing musical chairs, watch the seat fold
It's seasonal, cheesy, artisanal, pardon me, guarding me is not feasible
(He's undefeatable) unbelievable if you see it
I keep a lil' dough on the basis you need to know
Basically, I'm the face, I'm the CEO
Take a seat in the vehicle, we could roll from Stevenson Road to see the grove
Modifying the blick is a GMO (chill, bro)
TMI, if you knew what I know then you probably would keep it low (chill, bro)
Huh, eagle eye, it's a bird, it's a plane, no, I think it's a UFO (it's real, bro)
Huh, CGI, don't believe what they saying, ain't nothing I seen
Three letters, another king 'bout to reign supreme, go get him
Uh, look, uh
Two middle fingers in the pic so they don't ever forget
Give it back in blood, I want all of they heads on a stick
Hand on my dick, hand on my Glock, hands in your pocket, you bitch
Hannibal Lecter, whenever I lecture, nigga be biting this shit
Who be keeping on the lights in this bitch? (Me)
Nigga, I made the rope to scatter, made the play when it 'posed to matter
Run a game that is oversaturated and if also flattered by the posers
I'm a poster, opposed to blabber, faking
Using dope as a rope or ladder, vacant
So you cope with the jokes and laughter
Get smoked or overdosed, now they hopes is shattered (breaking)
But I digress, call it how I see it type of guy I guess
Try my best? My, Y-S, I'ma go crazy like Kanye West
Cooking up the kitchen with the cayenne pepp'
Holding my iron, I ain't slept
If I'm gon' slide on you, how I don't melt
Shooting up dope, tie on belt
Bitches be broke thinking I'm gon' help
You can be a broke bitch by yourself
Bitch, I ain't Zion Williamson, you a pelican
A bird -, I don't care, I'm rebellious
And elegant in Maison Margiela
I'm the ball setter and the boss of the hard leather
Hit a spark made a lot of niggas talking like they biting, but they bark better
I'm the man, the myth, the meta nigga, three letters