Lyrical Breakdown of END CREDITS! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "END CREDITS!" 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 "END CREDITS!" 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 pull up to a red light A man jerks your door open, says "Out of the car, I'm taking your car" You say, "Okay, take it, just don't hurt me" You know what I do? I pull out the Glock, put it on his forehead And spill his brains all over the concrete You think you know me Uh, bitch, I write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is theme of my life After the steam and the hype, dawg This is my career, not a dice Never take Ls to a light Bitch, I am impervious to type So young, bucking at advice New Glock, leave it up to Christ (hahaha) Uh Fit for a Joker, need a Harley Don Callis never been a carney And you know we showin' out for Darby Me and Tina bucking back at Ike You a diva, we gon' drop the mic New Glock, leave it up to Christ Ayy Uh, why would I show you my hand? I'll put on a show on demand I was on the show, who a fan? These boys never made a profit You ain't doin' shit, nigga, stop it I see who y'all biggin, but it's gas Grown men co-sign trash Log off, go find bags Two Glocks tucked in a bag New switch, they gon' get attached And they said we never gonna last Deathloop, you ain't comin' back Them tweets cost you a life You ain't had a hand in the hype (Nah, man) Uh, bitch, I'll write a scene on your life And I only rap out of spite Loss is a theme of my life After the steam and the hype, dawg I'm Arn Anderson