Lyrical Breakdown of Dead (Feat. Future & Lil Durk) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Dead (Feat. Future & Lil Durk)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kanye West weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Dead (Feat. Future & Lil Durk)" 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 Kanye West 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 Kanye West's narrative.

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Yeah Fuckin' on an IG model When I get through, I'm kickin' her out, she dead (she dead) She dead now, shit over Oh, yeah, yeah (ATL Jacob, ATL Jacob) Yeah Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead) Ooh, yeah (ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) (Ooh, yeah, ooh, yeah) My new bitch a whole mood, yeah (Mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah, mood, yeah) Top floor nights, I'm a movie (movie, movie, movie) (Movie, movie) Fucked all her friends, she got two left (Two left, two left, two left, two left, two left) Ayy, in my robe, I'm the new Hef' (New Hef', new Hef', new Hef', new Hef') (New Hef', new) I'm a dog, I DM my ex ('M my ex, 'M my ex, 'M my ex) ('M my ex, 'M my ex) She rockin' clothes from five days ago (Days ago, days ago, days ago, days ago) It's gettin' cold, you need a different coat (Different coat, different coat, different coat) (Different coat, brr, brr, brr, brr) Brodie OD'd off the Xan' I hope my bitch understand (dead, dead, dead) I put the switch on a ten (dead) This ain't no regular McLaren, Freddy (dead, dead) Bitch, get your feet out the bed (dead, dead) I'm off these drugs, I don't mean what I'm sayin' I know a killer who forcin' my hand Paid him in cash Six carat earrings, don't hear what you sayin' Fly to Saint Barts, put your feet in the sand (dead, dead) Why you run off and I gave you a ten? (Dead, dead) Gave her a Lamb', might bury a Benz (dead, dead) Bitch, I'm a dog, I'll marry ya friend (dead, dead) Baccarat aura, I'm rubbin' it in (dead, dead) Bitch, you look poor, you don't got a man (dead, dead) Fuck while she sore, she be in the bed (dead, dead) I fuck off a Lyft, and I fuck her again (dead, dead) Went on my live and I upped a mil' Heard you be lyin', did you fuck her for real? Butterfly nervous, put on Chanel Hold up the line 'cause she posed to Amiri She want two hundred, I gave her a nickel I took a pic' with the switch in the mirror Fuckin' on an IG model, when I get through I'm kickin' her out, she dead (dead, dead, dead, dead) None of my opps ain't poppin' outside 'Cause if they do, they dead (dead, dead, dead, dead) Young nigga iced out, in a new drop-top Lookin' like I'm ridin' in a bobsled (dead, dead, dead, dead) I can't be playin' with these diamonds (dead, dead) I can't be playin' with this money, no way (dead, dead) But I'm still in a Lamb' on the Tesla But I'm still in a Lamb' (yeah, yeah) Still goin' ham, my hitters Muslim I'm still goin' ham (yeah, yeah) Drop 'em, and hit 'em, and pull 'em, and pay 'em Ain't with the fraud, and I ain't with the scams Tyson breakin' shit down for the fam' Ain't with no cap, but I ride with the brims Custom interior, came with the him Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym Cook up the yay', make it jump out the gym (gym) Twenty the new thirty, but you still thirty Every time you fuck him, why you feel dirty? Put you on the team, gave you a new jersey Met you in New York, drove you to New Jersey You don't need to work, girl, you're too pretty You the reason why your friends bought new titties You know what's comin' next, you gotta move with me Found out you fucked a nigga that was cool with me When they seen us on the 'net, yeah, dude hit me How you ain't got no business, but you too busy? For your homegirl got that work done, she charge two-fifty All I ever wanted was you to be true with me House up in the hills, like Drew with me Same house back in school that you drew with me We both make mistakes, but is you with me? You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me You know I'm crazy, but you crazy glued to me