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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NEMO!" 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 "NEMO!" 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 Hm Hm Downtown shawty, poke your ass out I only set niggas up, I don't back down Black Ms rollin' 'round with that K out Every time I look down, I'm clean Yeah, got it on me Big Gat', bail bonds and wrist slap Lets see you niggas try to doge all this new tech Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the war (Ayy) Fuckin' your bitch, I'm goin' on tour Fucked in the head at my best I want gore In the ocean like Nemo, these sharks hit the floor We can't relate, bitch, I was poor Empty the safe, money on floor All of my songs are diss (Facts) I might just ghostwrite a hit They know that's money well-spent, yeah, yeah (You fixed your pussy?) Hol' up, fuck, nigga did homework, what? You gon' keep pushing' your luck If I aim for your head, better hope that you duck Buck, brr, buck, buck, buck Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the war (Yeah) Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the tour (Uh) Fuck on me, baby, you know I'm a whore I pistol whip 'em so he know that it's war I ain't even have to show up in court Droppin' the case, got a dropping' her the jar, shit Buck, brr, buck, buck, buck Fuckin' that bitch like I'm goin' to war (Yeah) Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the tour (Uh) Fuck on me, baby, you know that he borin' I feel like A.I., ain't no win, I'm just scorin', huh I can afford it (Yeah) In the ocean like Dory, these sharks get 'em sorted, nasty