Lyrical Breakdown of Black Beetles - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Beetles" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead And I guess we them little black beetles Just want attractive singles And that flow is mean, but it lacks tacs and needles I spend my days sharpening my skill wills while it's still legal Weeding through cathedrals applied to my cerebral They ain't built they feeble, driven by the ego The vision of a eagle, see the vision in my people How many lives will they take today? We ain't equal Another world war sequel a doomsday prequel This ain't the world we thought it was when we as in pre-school Sometimes it's hard to be cool, sometimes I feel like I'm see-thru Sometimes I really wish, yo I wish that I could be you Away from all the Hollywood acts and record contracts I won't say I take it back, because I worked hard for that But this life ain't turn out to be what it seem Ever since I woke up I been living in a dream Got me Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead Who would've thought a marchin' Martin could spark a starvin' artist Spit art, at heart young Marcus Garvey Ponders on it, hardly, rap wonders fondly Smoking herb with just Marley and me This one is for my dogs barking up on the tree Sometimes that wind blows eventually she gon leave, that's mother nature for ya Uh, patient it's sagacious I ain't gon pay shit why she ain't gon say shit Now that's respectable cause most women expect it tho Except that the words are derived through the rhythm wreck em' Professional, exceptional, half man half extra terrestrial They got me Low on self-esteem, foes been out for me Someones watching me, this world ain't proper b Be thinking I could be dead