Lyrical Breakdown of THIS SONG IS A SAFE SPACE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how JPEGMAFIA weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "THIS SONG IS A SAFE SPACE" 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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I don't wanna cry no more, yah I don't wanna die no more, yah Cause I don't wanna rap no more When white people rap I think of suicide (Cuck, cuck) Heard your track bro, now I wanna die (Cuck, cuck, cuck) Tats on my face I'm so fucking pie(Woo) (Cuck) Imma turn the damn trap into Columbine (Cuck) Where my deal at? Where my steel at? Boy I kill CACs, with that concealed black I ain't a rapper bruh I don't feel that I'm just a cracker bro Get hated everywhere I go I pulled up on a trust fund kid Made him beg for his iPhone 6 I know his momma paid all that shit I caught that cracker with a banzai kick I take snaps when I hit that lick I'm too cold when I'm sipping on the apple berry I change modes when I'm kicking it with Katy Perry's My black soul ain't enough for me to make a living White girl got an ass like Meg Griffin I told that bitch to grab a fork and hit the damn kitchen Bust a nut up on her face and call it reparitions (hold up) reparations My reputation got me banned from all of your fucking safe spaces All them pronouns you still racist They don't wanna be white anymore They don't wanna be white anymore They're more than just white now Swagger I got a white boy I'm think I finna tat his face Got (a) white boy who rap I think he's trans-race I know an Asian girl with cornrows she says cause she based I know a white girl with grills she says it's cause she's from the bay I know a white girl who think she ain't cause she speak "ándale" I know white people who think that they very fond of me (Llama) I know white people rap only cause the economy They don't wanna be white anymore They're more than just white now Face tat my white boy Facetime his white mom Face palm his white dad Face fuck my white girl Facetime her white dad Face tat my white girl Facetime her white mom Face palm his white dad Face fuck my white boy Facetime her white mom When white people rap I think of suicide (Suicide) White people rap, feel like I've lost some shit that's mine (I lost my mind) When white people rap I feel like it's not mine (I lost my mind) When white people rap they make a pretty dime (I wanna cry) Aight, when did you come in though, like? Yeah, yeah Tired of, all this passive aggressive... Aggressiveness... And false assertiveness You know? I don't wanna lie no more (Huh, huh huh) I don't wanna have to try no more (Huh, huh huh) I can never cry no more (Huh, huh huh) I don't even wanna hear a white nigga speak I don't ever wanna see a white nigga teach If me and a white nigga ever meet I'ma turn his ass into dark meat! Food ass niggas make a nigga wanna eat Fruity ass niggas make a nigga want beef Fucking white boys keep wearing shark teeth Niggas talk money But I know that talk cheap You gon learn today If you try and chalk me Bitch you better pray before you try and cross me You just hardly living I'm just killing softly Snatch you at that Starbucks While you drinking coffee Catch you in the club While you dancing off beat All of us in the VIP Some of us in here All fake I.D.'s Shallow ass niggas know We came here deep Grew up on a farm And you used to herd sheep But we the black sheep, white sheep can't beat Soon as I roll my weed, they wanna hang by me I'm not the type of nigga you can hang by a tree Bitch I'll beat your ass like my name Ali And I'll get you laid under a white sheet Shoutout JPEG man, this a nice beat We hate ya'll (I don't need your wife no more) We hate ya'll (No, I don't need your hype no more) We hate ya'll (Pussy, go and type some more) We hate ya'll (Turn your location on, fuck you hiding for?) We hate ya'll We hate ya'll Bitch, we hate ya'll We hate ya'll Ooh Delete all this shit, Peggy!