Lyrical Breakdown of Christ Conscious - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Christ Conscious" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
• Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ 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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Mother, mothersucker, yeah, microphone checker, yo Uh, motherfucking microphone checker Keep that grip tight, like my Smith & Wesson Ike with the mic, which nigga tryna turn up? Hit you with the hurtful fuckin' truth like Sojourner Mothafuckin' microphone eater Spittin' hot shit, hit your dome with the heater Wouldn't want to be ya, this lyrical fajitas Got dragon balls like my name was Vegeta Mothafuckin' super duper swanking Niggas still hating, pigs want him for the bacon Take 'em to the slaughterhouse, say we 'bout to order out Tell 'em we the badass motherfuckers that they heard about Yes, I guess the word is out, we coming for the top dollar Top rottweiler, since I popped my collar Niggas say they hit us, they ain't ever shot nada Me? I'd rather not snitch up on my own problems Cause I'm a microphone killer Especially when my head is gone off the liquor Specially educated, heavily medicated Give me that beat and I'll put you next to Dilla, my nigga Flow sweeter than vanilla Tell these haters beat it, can't Jackson thriller I'm the nigga that you see when you're in the mirror Say my name five times, this what I deliver This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga Which one of y'all niggas really want it with me? None of y'all niggas, fuck outta here Beast coast, nigga, Pro Era in your area This a mothafuckin' nuke that I'm droppin' The world in my pocket, kick you out your continent Always drop hot shit, Toroidal Flow be constant And I won't stop 'til I reach Christ Conscious, nigga Niggas know, niggas, niggas, niggas know