Lyrical Breakdown of Panic Emoji - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Panic Emoji" 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 "Panic Emoji" 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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Yesterday I thought I was having a heart attack Panic Attack Made a wack beat yesterday I get ideas in my I keep smoking weed And I masturbate constantly Keep hustling Keep moving I'm a nuisance I'm useless We fucked This hurts I'm a nuisance DOA to the base Face wet, legs shake Grab my chest, feeling faint These symptoms, can't help them Where my health went This hurts Crackers keep calling me Aces I put the spade on hook All of you yuppies is pussy You ain't never hit a jugg Ain't no money on your books I put Lemmy in the grave I push the golden gun up on ya braids Pew! Fade And I'm getting cash you ain't never that, oooh, yeah Oh, you fucking mad, 'cause I'm counting smack, oooh, yeah Niggas you's a bitch, you's a fucking hoe, oooh, yeah I can't tell you Pull up on 'em with the stick talk Nigga you ain't bout that brick talk Fuck with me you get shot Shoo, shoo I am a thot Fuck it I am a opp Wrist cut Wrist cut Wrist cut Grey death on the block It's really just a panic attack...