Lyrical Breakdown of My Escape - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Joyner Lucas weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "My Escape" 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 Joyner Lucas 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 Joyner Lucas's narrative.

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Yeah, yeah Joyner, Joyner, Joyner Look Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy (ayy) I got secrets that I'm takin' to grave, ayy Sixteen, first time I caught a case Sellin' crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh (ooh) Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh, ooh Look, I'm Illmatic with the street dream I'm a independent one man street team Told my bitch keep the dishes and the sheets clean I keep the pot full 'cause my son can't eat steam I'm just tryna keep my feet clean (word) Snitch niggas, they be tryna keep the streets clean Why you niggas buy clothes full of cheap seams? I'ma shoot porn for the generic delete scenes I'ma suffer for the wrongs that I remember (yeah) Wrong address, the karma get brought to the sender In a room full of artists, I get brought to the center Shots to the arm, I sound like a fork in a blender My money talk, but you don't wanna talk to the lender My money long, the only thing short is my temper (word) I drive by the shell case caught in the fender I'm lucky that the law never caught the offender And they tell me I learn everything the hard way, uh If I make it to the charts, it be a long way, yeah Now I look up at the charts and see an entrée Now I look up at the charts and see a parfait Y'all lookin' in the mirror and see Andre Now I look up in the mirror and see Nas, J and Dame Or part Dame, way before it all changed Way, way before the part when rockets fell a part Wave Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy (ayy) I got secrets that I'm takin' to grave, ayy Sixteen, first time I caught a case Sellin' crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh (ooh) Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh I keep the feinds real far from where the pills are I keep the re-up money far from where the bills are Achieved a lot of goals, the finish line still far I heard beggars can't be choosers, but you still are I can smell it through a motherfuckin' sealed jar I ain't had no time to cook it so it's still raw Thou shall not kill, is that a real law? 'Cause I killed some of them niggas, but I wanna kill more Should I get a drill or hack 'em with a steel saw? I got low, but the fuck niggas still saw The beef's old, there's no peace so it's still war You've been broke, ten years later, you still poor I only write raps still 'cause I feel bored But ADHD still made it to the Billboard A lot of y'all were goaltending, but I still scored And don't be gettin' in on shit that you ain't built for 'Cause we gorillas, yeah, we the realest, yeah Quick to tell a motherfucker what the deal is, yeah Oh, you got the juice? Don't spill it, yeah You gon' end up like Old Man Quillis, yeah Make a nigga pay the price, I'll bill it, yeah Turn the lil' fuck nigga to a sparin' chair Push a nigga wig back, I'll peel it, yeah Make lunch outta ho with a skillet, yeah Look, I'm the realest one I know, tell them niggas not to play, ayy (ayy) I got secrets that I'm takin' to grave, ayy Sixteen, first time I caught a case Sellin' crack tryna get the fuck up out my mama place, ayy Niggas trapped, I was plottin' my escape, ooh (ooh) Gettin' high, we was locked in outer space, ooh I ain't perfect, might've made a few mistakes Might've cheated on my bitch, but I knew she woulda stayed, ooh (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)