Lyrical Breakdown of Bloodline Freestyle (2022 Demo) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Bloodline Freestyle (2022 Demo)" 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 "Bloodline Freestyle (2022 Demo)" 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
Uh
So right, so right, oh
Uh
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Roman, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that I fucked 'round and polished it
Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag
Not gon' lie, when I turn on yo' album, I feel like I stepped in some trash
Doodie, ass
Label better recoup that fast
If I put out that shit, I'd be done
Swear these niggas is some bums
Mi gyal back it up, the ting wide like a bun
Likkle boy, makin' me murda fi fun
Don't make me say it, you know what I want
We ain't never need no reason
She not my bitch, she discipled
Get drunk and start tweetin' then cop a new rifle attached
Kel-tec, 5.7, P-50 with the big rounds gonna feel like Jim in The Mask
Somebody stop me
Never mind, just watch me
Shake it, shake it, shake it, go
You get me?
Laughing at niggas throwing shade at PEG
'Cause they know that they going out sad
These whore ass niggas try case me
Keep it zipped, only paying in cash
Runnin' circles 'round these niggas with no budget, dawg
Killing niggas with no pen at the pad
Been going Super Saiyan God since I cut it off
Every bounce mixed down, it's a bag
So many niggas copy me, I got no kids at all
But this year startin' to feel like a dad
Not gonna lie, woke up and I'm feelin' like Roman, y'all better acknowledge it
Not gon' lie, flow so old, but a nigga so cold that I fucked 'round and polished it
Not gonna lie, when I turn on these sessions I feel like I stepped in my bag
Not gon' lie, when I turn on yo' album, I feel like I stepped in some trash
Fuck y'all
And some strong words there from JPEGMAFIA