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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BMT!" 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 "BMT!" 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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Sad Uh, back in this bitch with a C in the case All in the 'Gram but don't be in my face Gotta keep goin', I see why you hate You know how I do it, I see what you make Just stop it, wait How I got these niggas runnin' in place Mute Spittah when that gun in your face Packin' the MAC in the back of the gate Everything you hear, I actually made You witty on Twitter, but bitch, is you actually paid? (Nope) Your bodyguards can't keep you safe I tell the wolves I don't need no plate Fuck my sergeants, fuck your base Fuck that harness, fuck them planes Fuck your music, fuck them chains Fuck your videos, fuck your face Everything that y'all do is fake Everything that I do get hate I tell the wolves I don't need no plate My bulldogs gon' eat your face Yeah, that shit don't make me feel no type of way (nah) All in your city get no type of hate (none) All them threats sound fake, A Niggas get shot everyday, B I can't peek your face, C This price, make him pay (rap) I just want the hate (the hate) I just want your place (place) I gave it up to God (okay) And God gave me this K Make it shake, wait I'm tired of dodging fate (I can't) It's so many niggas I hate (I hate) It's so many these niggas (I can't) I can't (Fuck 'em, huh, uh) Uh, back in this bitch with a C in a case All in the 'Gram but don't be in my face Gotta keep goin', I see why you hate You know how I do it, I see what you make Just stop it, wait How I got these niggas runnin' in place Mute Spittah with that gun in your face Packin' the MAC in the back of the gate Everything you hear, I actually made You witty on Twitter, but bitch, is you actually paid? (Uh, uh) No bodyguards can keep you safe I tell the wolves, I don't need no plate