Lyrical Breakdown of UNTITLED - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "UNTITLED" 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 "UNTITLED" 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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Because I like JPEGs Eh, yeah Uh Damn, how ya want it then? Industry done let a wolf in a pig pen Big mouth, back it up, why you faking then? And you niggas still ain't did shit And I'm starting to feel like Zimmerman Not fly, trap a star, strip a wing from him Back in the city, you a pot that I'm pissing in Ooh, somebody pray for this dweeb (Pray for 'em) Some niggas die tryna make a-mends They gon' find your bitchass face down You want this nigga? I'll be that (Yeah) In the grave I'ma be where your seed at You still ain't ran this fade And you know that I'm still with that nonsense Leave lil' bitch in the field with no options But you stay on my mind everyday, huh Yeah, it's no secret Crown heavy on my head but I keep it (Yeah, yeah) In the grave like Pa, I'm heated Amazon's fresh at your door, bring the beef in You still ain't ran no fade How the fuck am I still on your conscience Know my enemies sick of this taunting But you stay on my mind every day, yeah, for real Uh, when it's cold outside, get up in the office Dead niggas stream better, lemme pick a coffin (Sure) My main bitch wanna get hit but I ain't Steve Austin When I die, bury me next to Scott Hall (Sheesh) And bottles sharpening my edges, I'm an alcoholic Gotta keep my hairline on Candace Owens, Kevin Owens (Uh) Real nigga, fuck a token, melatonin Niggas sleepin' on the moment (B-bap!) Apnea, late night with the Glock loaded Joe Budden with the pump when I aim, focus Nigga, how ya never miss when the whole world is hopeless? (Huh) Joe Biden, can't remember, think I gotta focus I be going Speed through the tolls, my bitch consoling All these writers getting fired feel like James Comey Nigga, fuck a interview, you better know it's on me And I don't trust these nigga's views, I gotta kill 'em calmly Catch a nigga in the lobby, hit 'em with the Olly (Yeah) And I'm fucking at your partners 'cause you know I'm poly I'ma be swinging on these crackers like I'm playing hockey (Bitch) Young P. K. Subban with the stick on me These niggas Grey Worm, straight Unsullied Boy, you scared and you weak, plus you dress bummy (C'mon, daddy) I be twerkin' on stage like I'm Bad Bunny (You the man, daddy) These niggas going through a phase I'm going out the country, why? (Be like that) 'Cause I get more money Young Thor with the hammer and you can't touch me What your life like? Why you settle for this job? Get your mic right These off-field niggas spreading highlights Acting like we can't read a Fucking b--k, Man And you not weirdos And you not with the shits And you never on go Yeah, what the fuck? (Pew) Begging for a donation (Gèt manman ou) And shout out to my Haitians, uh Get money, nigga, stay patient When you doin shit right, lames stay hating, yeah (True) Pull that blicky out, they singing like Clay Aiken Y'all circle jerking with no bitches and no bacon (None) Out west with the Smith like I'm Jaden Let it ring from either hand like Nick Saban (Brrat) More money, more guns, less vacations, nigga We deserve them donations Don't play with me, bitch, play PlayStation, it's safer