Lyrical Breakdown of NOBODY CARES - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NOBODY CARES" 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 "NOBODY CARES" 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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Ay, yeah-yeah Yeah, smoke, ay, yeah, ay, smoke, ay, smoke (yeah) I want smoke, I want smoke, I want smoke, I want smoke (ay, Joyner, brrt) Who want smoke? Gimme the blunt, I'm ready to blaze a corpse (do it) After this song is over, I never wan' hear this debate no more (for real) I ain't wanna do it, but somebody told me he sayin' my name, it's war (Joyner) I wanna know what drugs you takin', and what do you take me for? Maybe you mad 'cause you ain't got buzz up in the UK no more (you mad) I heard your career just ain't what it was, and you don't get paid no more (facts) If you wanna feature, nigga, just say it, but you gotta pay me for it (say that) And after I body you, I don't want you ever sayin' my name anymore (bah-bah) I know you puttin' your flag all on your back, now you gotta carry it (hah, bah) If somebody holdin' it down, it shouldn't be you, it's time to be serious (serious) I know you hate bein' home, you come to the States and try to be arrogant (yeah) I bet you sit in your room and secretly wish that you was American (ah) Soon as I heard your diss, was shakin' my head, the shit was hilarious (trash) Ain't even wanna respond, but niggas in London told me take care of it (yeah, bah-bah, grrah) You keep on sayin' my name, you diggin' the grave that you gon' get buried in (bitch) Everyone back in your country lookin' at you like you an embarrassment, I'm 'bout to perish 'em (bah, bah, grrah) I gotta, I gotta make 'em respect this shit, put that on your life, I bet this shit (bah) You lyrically better than no one I know, not even no one on the Freshman List I love the UK, but that's just it, I really hope you ain't the best there is (bah, bah) 'Cause all of my life, I never heard nobody tell me to put on that Skepta shit (grrah) When you gon' finally accept this shit? You not on my level, don't test this shit (grrt, grrt) I know that you thinkin' it's friendly fire, but I'm not one of your friends and shit (boom-boom) You shoulda hit up of your friends, lil' bitch, go call up Dave and Central, bitch For me, you gon' need the Avengers, bitch, go tell 'em that Joyner done sent you, bitch (bah, bah, grrah) Nobody cares you was that nigga back in the days You only poppin' in the UK, but we don't play your shit in the States (nobody cares, bah-bah) Nobody cares how many women that you played (yeah) Or how many bullets that you sprayed or who bringin' you out on stage (nobody cares, grrat) Nobody cares if you sat with all the GOATs Or how many tags on your coats, or how many niggas that you know (we don't care, uh, uh) Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close Or how you invented UK rap, but still ain't top ten on your Coast, nigga (grrat, whoo) What made you think it's a bright idea to swing at a nigga with stamina? (Huh?) You throwin' jabs and punches and swingin' for nothin' 'cause you never landin' 'em (bang) I heard that all of a sudden you're Muslim, fuck it, I'm 'bout to go ham on him (word) If you a demon, well, bitch, I'm the devil, I hope that you ready to dance with 'em (grrat) I know I prolly took it somewhere that's past the level of makin' it right (bah, boom) I hope that when you respond the record is hard, and maybe you'll make it a fight (huh, grrat, grrat, boom) I bet as soon as you hear this shit, you'll prolly be thinkin' 'bout takin' a flight (ay, boom) I got fans in London, but after this song, they prolly gon' hate me for life (life, yikes) The pistol black, your face get lit The clip is packed, so make a wish, I'll go to your town, I'll take a trip (boom-boom) I'll wipe you down and take your pic, my money is blue, I'm way too rich (boom-boom, boom) I made too much like way too quick, your music sucks, you make me sick Pass the plate, I'm starvin', what is this shit you startin'? Blah-blah-blah Send niggas up in your apartment, use your head as a target, grrah-grrah-grrah I ain't that nigga to start, but I laugh at you and your garbage, ha-ha-ha Go to Tottenham, I'm marchin', that's where I'll leave your carcass, pow-pow-pow (grrah) Nobody cares you was that nigga back in the days You only poppin' in the UK, but we don't play your shit in the States (nobody cares, bah-bah) Nobody cares how many women that you played (yeah) Or how many bullets that you sprayed or who bringin' you out on stage (nobody cares, grrat) Nobody cares if you sat with all the GOATs Or how many tags on your coats, or how many niggas that you know (we don't care, uh, uh) Nobody cares about how you and Drizzy are close Or how you invented UK rap, but still ain't top ten on your Coast, nigga (grrat)