Lyrical Breakdown of SWANK WHITE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "SWANK WHITE" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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Yeah, yeah (ayo) I'm back Big Swank White and all that (brr) (bullet!) Lotta niggas talk that talk But very few of them could walk that walk, know what I'm saying? (Facts) Yeah, word up Check it out, uh, look, ayo (Badmon) Reporting live from the side where the grass is greener Do this for my niggas with dreams of pushing Benz and Beamers Dodging government subpoenas, state tax and misdemeanors AP got the screw face, but my bitch is meaner Pockets on Blueface, neck hitting like Chrisean Rock 'Salla ma, this deeper than rap, yo, this that fine art Since a lil' nigga had a lion heart, always get the lion share Got my mind clear, now I'm buying stocks Meetings out in Bryant Park Morgan Stanley treat me like I'm close family I just dropped 80 in the market like I'm Kobe I carried the whole team by my dolely Nobody ever told me that the top would feel this lonely Had to revoke my access when niggas got phony Diversify my assets, you a one-trick pony Since I turned 18, I been my own big homie Sock you niggas in the mouth, on camera, like Mick Foley Nigga, it's big Joey, ask around, your bitch know me Did a lot of shit to live this life, word to Rich Homie Truly humbled under God, Alhamdulillah Had to learn to run before I learned how to fly Every New Year, we still bustin' shots at the sky Took a nigga out the hood, but not the hood out a nigga All my life, I been surrounded by some stone-cold killers Still niggas are drug dealers You ain't got to understand this shit, but you got to feel us I'm back on my bullshit like Mike in '95 I'm so fly, you couldn't reach these heights unless you find God Inshallah, I just Mase a lot, now I'm on the clock Had influence way before TikTok, been one to watch They think I lost the plot, I think they must forgot How I got this spot, bitch, I'm solid as a cinderblock I had to take a minute to live a little and laugh a lot Through the pain, came back strong from the battles I fought Plus, it made me sharper, I never been one to fold or rot JBA, just be authentic, can't be something I'm not I'm aiming for the top, taking every shot If it came to beef, I'll be stirring the pot and serving it hot Never lost the hunger, I just got a different appetite, I'm dishin' Humble pie to you niggas who want to grab a slice, look I got bragging rights and live a lavish life, I had to sacrifice They want the full experience at half the price They some parasites, I knew I always had the sight They couldn't see these heights if they had a satellite Shine bright like it's my God-given right I raised the frequency, and now they see me in a different light, yeah (Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that) know I'm saying? Straight like that I'm back (If you don't get the picture, joy the peace, it's a art) Yeah, we still on that, Swank White and all that (Talk that talk, but who gon' walk that) Let that bitch breathe, man Real rap, real rap shit (If you don't get the picture) But it's still like high art, you know I'm saying? Fine art Yeah Ayo, hell, Michelle, we can go to war, shell for shell FLYGOD, they crucified me, nail by nail And came back like it never left Dior when I resurrect, me and Slick can go neck for neck I been the illest if you think about it After a drill, we don't speak about it Chanel Moccasins bloody while you beg God for oxygen I was on your opposite, Givenchy ski mask with the Glock tip Just fucked a bitch out in Prague, I got options Red tops, blue tops, green, I got options Came through bang-bang gang like Juice Robinson Told my fate kiss my pinky ring, I'm the oppilate If this phone ring, right here, you know the coppies in Every time you try to whip it back, you incompetent I be in a ten bedroom where the mountains at I done had niggas tied out where the ounces at Flee two mil, war red, where the fountain at? Money machine broke, who the fuck counting that? Yeah, yeah We still on that shit, nigga 2025, we all the way live, we still on that