Lyrical Breakdown of Start To Finish (Feat. Rokamouth) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Start To Finish (Feat. Rokamouth)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Start To Finish (Feat. Rokamouth)" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
- Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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I be tripping out in the booth I be booth killing
(Talking and laughter)
One tiiiiime
From start to finish, start to finish
Groupies get they hearts diminished
Said it's hard to, finish these L's though
But me and my niggas, do it so well yo, yo
Never pull out my dough,
told her hand the J right and pull slow
I like em young but acting fully grown,
the Phillies rolled, I'm fully on
Ain't got A.I.D but we in the cut fully blown,
what you sippin on?
That Dom Pérignon, lame niggas carry on
Pottery got me on the same shit that Harry on
That black magic when I attack rappers
Attract havoc, this protégé—now that's tragic
But thats hazard so I gotta toast to the gods
Cause I ain't never trying to be approached on no odds
Like I don't spit vicious?
Like I ain't what a real lyricist is?
Like record buttons ain't kill switches?
I swear that shit pisses me off, niggas biting my swank
That shit is ticking me off, see this style is forbidden
You wouldn't understand
you need to read more scriptures
But more lists for me be more victims, nigga
From start to finish, start to finish
Groupies get they hearts diminished
Said it's hard to, finish these L's though
But me and my niggas, do it so well yo, yo
Yo, I be the badman, broader than Barrington
Hand off the wheel and I still got my handling
Still keep it real if I feel you enchancin'
Cause we make the moves you
really think you know what's happen
No fake love romancin', I've come to the point
where I can just plot my answers
Advancin, Still got no mansion,
but I'mma get that dough for these clothes on my ransom
Fat bottom hoes on a chromed out tandem,
and I ain't even ask em
They came to relax and blaze as we chat cause
Every girl love how us Brooklyn cats act,
frontos and papers call that Flatbush strapped
Literally loungin black the founding cats of these indigo rap
BEASTCOAST growing right off my back,
before I can hit you with these bars
strong influenced by cats
Needle on track, I be hustling either from trappin or rap
From start to finish, start to finish
Groupies get they hearts diminished
Said it's hard to, finish these L's though
But me and my niggas, do it so well yo, yo