Lyrical Breakdown of Percs - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Percs" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Juice Wrld weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Percs" 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 Juice Wrld 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 Juice Wrld's narrative.

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Uh, you get murked Puttin’ in work Goin’ berserk Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah, uh Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs Breathin’ off them percs, A$AP Ferg, I put in work Put you in a hearse, fuck around, put you on a shirt Put you in thе dirt, choppa on me, make it squirt R. Kelly with thе gun, I load it up, it flirts Uh, I got a big bag, uh, I don’t look at tags, uh I’m finna cop shit, yeah, I don’t take it back, uh Say what I want, bitch, yeah, I won’t take it back, uh Break my heart, bitch, yeah, I won’t take you back New gun, I can’t wait to use it Ball on these hoes like damn, feel like Tyler Ulis Do you know who me, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh You know me, but I don’t really know who the fuck you is Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah You don’t really want no drama, choppa on me, solvin’ problems Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah It be singin’ like the opera, niggas lyin’ like Mufasa Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah You don’t want no problems, nigga, I came from the bottom She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh Off them percs, sound like “Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh,” yeah You know you don’t want no drama, choppa singin’ like the opera Run up on me, you get murked, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah All my niggas ’bout the drama, kill anybody for the commas She keep a gun up in her purse, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah Everybody with the drama, put a bullet hole up in your father You know I’ma go berserk, uh-huh, uh-huh, yeah When I’m walkin’ off them percs, when I’m walkin’ off them percs