Lyrical Breakdown of Once They Build a Starbucks It’s Ova - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Once They Build a Starbucks It’s Ova" 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 "Once They Build a Starbucks It’s Ova" 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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Any left-wing motherfucker Trying to be your friend is enemy Don't believe in his frenemy tactics These niggas do backflips To get a pat on the head You step me and you're dead Get your liberal ass kicked Same bitch memorized every Chief Keef verse Same one to call the cops Think you wanna steal her purse It hurts to say this Niggas think they doing favors But these hipster motherfuckers wanna steal all our creations And claim credit for 'em Rewrite history: Chuck Berry to Elvis Make our shit a mystery Rock, blues, techno, soul, jazz, and r&b What do they have in common? Niggas started it Now we barely have a part in it (Ain't nothing out there for us) (What 'chu wanna be when you grow up?) Now some kids wanna be a fireman, a doctor, a rapper, a ballplayer Even a fucking dog-watcher Go to the NFL, be a teacher or a chemist Make an app for iPhones and get paid for your inventions But think real hard Think one long minute I never heard one kid say they wanna be a critic (You're all experts, at stealing...) See that's every single hipster's back-up plan They fail at everything else They need some back-up, man They spend all their parents' money All their trust-fund cash and flunk out And these the people that y'all let run rap God damn (God damn) See these 90s babies scared to talk shit So if I got to be that nigga, I'ma be that nigga Call you out Grimes vinyl in a bear trap I'ma draw you out Take you in the back of an alley somewhere And maul you out Then hop up in my whip until you gentrify this dick You hipster bitch