Lyrical Breakdown of BALD! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah Fuck that, woah Uh, fuck that bitch I changed the plan Switch my style like I switch hands Block the witness take the stand Fuck out the way bitch back it up Shit better get played in a palace (word) I can't treat niggas like big deals Why put up a front I'm callous Bald (ha) I look like Ray Allen (real) These niggas make beats on big wheels Your files is not a challenge (nah) Boy you can't rap for shit Shuttlesworth blessed me with talent Hairline proof God needs balance Bald (I'm makin' waves, bro) Uh, look I'm cashing out Young Darby I'm tagging in They gon' bring your casket out I hope that you fit in it Ooh, what you doing? Yeah How you get caught with no gat? You niggas must got no pride Peggy gon' give you no slack fo' real 'Cause you pussy Woah, woah, woah Keep my business off the 'Gram Switch my style like I switch hands Going to war on foreign land Fuck out the way bitch back it up Shit better get played in a palace Wait Uh, I can't treat niggas like big deals These toys don't come with no kids meal Been there done that done seen it Not my girl but I fuck her like she is They be fucking up my lyrics on Genius And these pussy ass critics repeat it Been the same since Even Stevens Y'all niggas switch with like the seasons Y'all lives ain't got no meaning And them deals ain't got no freedom I can't just loop it and leave it Gotta smack it up, rip it up and eat it (yeah, ha) You can't feed your kid 'cause you spent that shit on your car (you broke) Tape my hands I'm going over squares heads like a VCR (ha) Bald