Lyrical Breakdown of BBW - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BBW" 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 "BBW" 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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You think you know me Oh, it's stupid, but I will persevere Oh Yes Sad man, uh Rap and prison (Uh) I know these basement dwellers need a villain (Oh) How you livin'? It's Young Peggy without no pot to piss in Heart throb, we pack pistols, we make your heart stop Grab chest, meet God (Hahaha, sucka) Rather go out the martyr way (Okay, martyr way?) Still can't believe I'm gettin' paid off this art today (Damn, Peggy) I'm the medicine man (Yeah), keep a zip in my hand (Yeah) I do work on the stage (Haha), I still feel like a fan Uh, when I pass I hope everything I did matter to you, baby, if it didn't Fuck it, when my body frigid (Yeah), all this music gon' keep Peggy livin' It's the young, black, Brian Wilson Smile at these crackers who want me dead (Ack) Fire helmets won't protect your head (Brrt) Don't get sent to Jesus filled with lead, lil' nigga Uh, 'sup Yeah You know what I mean? Sometimes you just gotta keep it simple like that I mean, it's just, it is what it is, you know? Yeah, hahaha That's what— that's what my dad tells me, no not at all That's what my dad tells me, too, if I had a dad My dad, my dad doesn't— Ah, yeah