Lyrical Breakdown of NEMO - OFFLINE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "NEMO - OFFLINE" 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 "NEMO - OFFLINE" 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.
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You think you know me
Hm, hm
Downtown shawty, poke your ass out
Only settin' niggas up, I don't back down
Black and rollin' 'round with that K out
Every time I look down, I'm clean, yeah
Got it on me, big Gat'
Bail bonds and a wrist slap
I see you niggas try to dodge all this new tech
Buh, huh, buh, buh, buh
Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the war (ayy)
Fuckin' your bitch like I'm goin' on tour
Fuckin' the head, at my best
I won't go in the ocean like Nemo
These sharks at the floor
We can't relate, bitch, I was poor
Empty the safe, money on floor
All of my songs are diss (facts)
I might just ghostwrite a hit
They know that's money well-spent
Yeah, yeah (you fixed your pussy?)
Hol' up, fuck, nigga did homework, what?
You gon' keep pushing' your luck
If I aim for your head, better hope that you duck
Buh, frrt, buh, buh, buh
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the war (yeah)
Fuckin' your bitch like I'm back from the tour (uh)
Fuck on me, baby, you know I'm a whore
I pistol whip 'em so he know that it's war
I ain't even have to show up in court
Droppin' the case, got a drop in the jar, shit
Buh, frrt, buh, buh, buh
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm goin' to war (yeah)
Fuckin' that bitch like I'm back from the tour
Fuck on me, baby, you know that he borin'
I feel like they out here to win, I'm just scorin', huh
I can afford it (yeah)
In the ocean like Dory
The shark and them sorted, nasty