Lyrical Breakdown of KING - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "KING" 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 "KING" 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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After everything said, huh, man, man After everything said, huh, man, man "Crazy, bipolar, antisemite" And I'm still the king Still the king Still They thought headlines was my kryptonite Still the king Still the king This what y'all been waitin' for, huh? Guess a real nigga couldn't take no more, huh Niggas mad 'cause they can't talk to Ye no more, huh It was fucks given, now it ain't no more, huh If you ain't mean it, what you say it for, huh? She just wanna fuck at the Bottega store, huh When she suck me off, I should be payin' more, huh Attention to my bitch 'cause she actin' like a slut Bring four sluts right now Shut the hell up 'fore you get exiled And, I'm still "Crazy, bipolar, antisemite" And I'm still the king They thought headlines was my kryptonite, bitch I'm still the king I'm still the king Paparazzi love me, they show up to everything I can pay you double, let me put you on the team White Castle to Italian castles, we did everything Sold out every stadium, bitch, we got every ring I don't give a - uh-uh, ooh Why? Mmm, the king All that word of mouth couldn't take me out, huh-huh After all of that, your kids in the house goin' crazy 'Cause I'm still the king Still the king Still the king Deadlines, I gave a shit, like- Still the king Still the king