Lyrical Breakdown of HATE YOU - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "HATE YOU" 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 YOU" 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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It's life
29 and I'm feelin' old, hey
40 in my mans, 50 in my hand, bitches... eh
Outside your apartment, nigga
I ain't no K-Mart shopper but you'se a target, nigga
Yo Peggy, I'm heartless, nigga
Too much shit on my mind
I'mma kill you regardless, nigga
I ain't even gon speak on that
I ain't even gon tweet, I'll rap
These niggas be snitchin' for nothin'
I can't be shit with that
I know these industry niggas
They ain't never seen no trap
Bitch, I know genuine niggas and they don't fuckin' rap
These niggas be built like gorillas but they can't fuckin' scrap
I hate you niggas more than I hate myself
You fuck niggas touch my body
I'm shootin', don't care if you act
The squad, I'll handle a MAC
Set niggas up right
Is your Natalie poor?
Bad girls be right next door
You'se a killer yourself but you got no rapport
Heard you be kickin' doors
We made 'em kiss the floor
I hate you niggas more than I hate myself