Lyrical Breakdown of Hilary $Wank - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Hilary $Wank" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Hilary $Wank" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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 Joey Bada$$'s narrative.

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We don't say swag no more, we say swank Yo, yo, hip-hop's a jungle Uh, lost in his time, I'm just tryna get it like a boss in his prime These fake niggas sublime, light for fine sights Wishing we'll fortune but the price ain't quite right The slice ain't quite ripe Still pulling strings how I fly but I don't like kites How they gon' treat Brooklyn's finest not as fine as diamonds? And fine nice, surrounded by hard flow like Icelands Now we getting icing, finances nice And I don't like surprises, I like superb prices rising It's the least I could do, these verses priceless Rehearse in private, reverse her eyelid until she curse in silent (insolent) Got a problem solve it, all my Pros solids We all gon' dine and until then we mobbing So don't push me, uh, I'm close to the pussy Even closer to the knowledge, dropped out of college in advance Then hit the ground running like it's ants in my pants Honey, Pop was a bumbaclot and had a queen bee Mommy Uh, I love her to the tissue, disrespect my blood and it's an issue She like, "This you on the cover for real? Ah, you so official" Now go ahead and buy you some shoes that really fit you I know she always think of little me, but now I got big literally Worldwide and physically I'm saying I used to take walks around Little Italy Now I roam 'round Sicily and I'm plotting on a milli Hmmm, another loud pack, another proud cat Hey, pound that, hip-hop sounds been profound back Slow down that metronome, nigga Let it hit home when the specimen showin' gon' glitter Gold and ices trigger, your true ideology I can subtract one with the gun, that's true trigonometry But that won't coincide with the true nigga that I'mma be He's royal poverty, I kicks philosophies Not because I rock soccer tees I ain't gon' beg but I can please Rock your socks and sockets out your knees Fulfil your needs with similes non-similar Spit that unfamiliar, put that on familia If you love hip-hop, ladies, rub your papillas And fellas beat they chest like they silverback gorillas It's the new age, children of the crystal healers Thinking I butterfly, I try catapult caterpillars After years of constructing they start assumptions So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry After years of constructing they start assumptions So I keep my circumference of deep fried friends like dumplings But fuck that, my nigga, we munching, we hungry Swanking, Swanking, Swanking I see you, Jigga! Hilary Swanking Alright, I'm off this