Lyrical Breakdown of I Think You Know - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Think You Know" 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 "I Think You Know" 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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Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Get that motherfucker. (Knocking) Yo Yeah, uh It's all good though, a nigga fucking every day You know? You motherfuckers Uh, yeah Oh shit, ride the cot Goddamn, I'm the shit and I'm piping hot Goddamn, I'm the man and you know the style These pussy ass niggas, be actin' while JPEG is the name and I came for the game, bitch No shame bitch, whole lotta name-flips Black man selling out, selling out souls to the mason Patience, we ain't the same, bitch Cause you county niggas don't know me You Fredrick niggas don't know me These Hamden niggas don't know me You pussy niggas don't know me You don't know me better than I do But I know that you, think you do Boy sit down, you don't have a clue 'Bout what can get done to you Cause you Towson niggas don't know me You artsy niggas don't know me These MICA students don't know me You trust fund kids don't know me You don't know me better than I do But I know that you, think you do Boy sit down, you don't have a clue About what I can do to you, pussy (Woo) (C'mon) (Nngh, yeah) (Yes, yes, yes, yes) (Yeah) (Coughing) I'm in- I'm in this thing, fuck yeah. Messes. Yeah, uh Hmph Oh fuck God damn I'm the shit in the man I'm the shittin' on trans Gotta catch that train going downtown And fuck honeys I burn that shit to the ground, uh Young Peggy, bitch Hand on the semi bitch Automatic raise my fucking rifle like my children bitch Heavy, heavy I don't know why you came with That bullshit, nah trick Cause These 'burban niggas don't know me You pussy niggas don't know me You lightskin niggas don't know me You half-breeds don't know me You don't know me better than I do But I know that you, think you do Boy sit down, you don't have a clue About what can get done to you Cause you white boys don't know me You fake thugs don't know me You scared of gun? bitch, blow me Got a gat that I call my homie And you don't know him better than I do But I know that you, think you do Boy sit down, you don't have a clue Cause you can get shot too, motherfucker