Lyrical Breakdown of HATE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HATE" 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 "HATE" 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 don't put me in your top five That's hate Yal don't like me cuz you can't relate I fuck on that hoe like she 1090 Jake I fuck with that hoe she remind me of Satan Pressure I smoke and it came from the bay Eyes feel so low, I can't communicate He sent the lo and I came with a k She know she my hoe she came wit some k Real will remain at the end of the day Peggy legs crossed on the floor like Sensei You rappers treats drugs like character trait Don't know your face from can of paint When pop out you can bet that I'm dank These rappers down low like they in the paint Clicked up with Ye now I'm breaking the bank Let the chopper sing like Tyrese and Tank To keep it frank You rappers is hot dog Capital H Swallow me Yelling out my god like TD Jakes They are all on call I'm in Sri Lanka With a bad bitch and she think she Bianca Flip that bitch like she double entendre She gave me head so I took out her tonsils Uh In the back gettin my mind blown Uh Don't get your mind blown Uh Like Cudi car, I blow up Soon as I show up, I roll up You don't put me in your top five That's hate You don't protect me and you a fan, then that's hate