Lyrical Breakdown of Like Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

Lyric Overview: Witness how Joey Bada$$ feat. BJ The Chicago Kid weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Like Me" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
Rhyme and Rhythm Analysis: Our Lazyjot editor highlights the ingenious use of multi-syllabic rhymes and the rhythm pattern that Joey Bada$$ feat. BJ The Chicago Kid employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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One time

What's the word

Yo yo yo yo yo, yo yo

Turn me up on the headphones

If looks could kill I let the swank drill like a deadly weapon

I drop bombs on an enemy at any second

Look at me wrong I turn you to tomb stones

Lock you in the crosshairs then you gone, then I throw my deuce up

Sip sangritas with your señorita, like me gusta

See what that early morning cock will do up to your rooster

I bet my cockiness will boost her confidence

Then you gon' wonder where your highness went

I bet she get low for a nigga like me

She get low for a nigga like me

I bet she get low for a nigga like me

Low for a nigga like me

So we burn the mary jane til' the third degree

Some niggas bitin' flows yo, that's burglary

Same niggas actin' like they never heard of me

A fuck nigga could get clocked, yo that's word to me

He get blown for a nigga like me

Get his head explode for a nigga like me

Put him on the floor for a nigga like me

My mind boggles when time toggles

In the ocean of stars it's hard to find goggles, we twisted up

So we put it in the air

Don't let the j's start unravelling

We gettin' blown like a javelin

She throw it back like she time travelin'

Rocked the boat so well, she jumped out and started paddling

I'm screaming "Land, ho!" 'bout to hit for sure

I motorboat it slow then I ripped the flow

I'm pretty sure-like nice beaches-that

Even at my weakest I still leave 'em speechless

How you like those peaches?

Find me rotting the apple

'Bout to bump so plump, 'bout to lock in the grapple

Feeling like the highest man about to tackle

Facts like the tat under the cap of the Snapple

Cats get decapitated for actin' a fool

Blacks get their ass sprayed just for makin' a move

We get high and say "fuck the police"

That's why we get high and say "fuck the police"

Cause every time I make a move they be sweatin' me

They want another black man in penitentiary

It's even hard for that man standing next to me

Cause he could catch a bullet that was really meant for me

It's like every step bring me close to destiny

And every breath I get closer to the death of me

I'm just tryna carry out my own legacy

But the place I call home ain't lettin' me

You can't get by if you don't respect an OG

Cause every corner I turn a nigga testing me

And every morning I mourn just for the less of me

Sometimes I ask the Lord why he be blessing me

And not my brothers whose souls now rest in peace

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me

Hope for a nigga like me

Just pray there's hope for a nigga like me

I'm something like the chairman of the board rantin'

I feel, invincible, like McMahon

One of the last original emcees that's left standing on the planet

Strike like a meteor, do remedial damage, damnit

Cats can't stand it, get they ass handed and branded

By the lyrical New York City bandit

True warrior like rembrandt

Yo some cats claim they fly but really been landed

I really can't stand it

Let me take a seat, this a Rosa Parks 'ol bum, now

Make some room for me

PE in your beeper, hun you can read it and weep

My old hoes call me now, leave a message after the beep

I don't wanna speak no I don't wanna speak

I just wanna be good, I just wanna be

I just wanna be free

I pray there's hope for a nigga like me

Hope for a nigga like me

Just pray there's hope for a nigga like me