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.
• 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$$ feat. BJ The Chicago Kid's narrative.

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One time What's the word What's the word 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" 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 You can't get by if you don't respect an OG 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 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