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