Lyrical Breakdown of Plain Jane (feat. Rich The Kid) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Plain Jane (feat. Rich The Kid)" 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 "Plain Jane (feat. Rich The Kid)" 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, yeah) I let security pull up for you (Yeah, yeah) I'm the only nigga that'll take a bullet for you (Yeah, yeah) Plain Jane, I don't even do the bust down (Yeah) (Skip got that bounce, it go crazy) I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah) Bitch ain't mine, she owned by the streets Going out sad, that can't be me (Me) Pussy real good, but it come with a fee (Fee) He got a Lamb', but it come with a lease (Skrrt) Look at my neck and wrist on fleek (On fleek) Chopper bullets sting like a bumblebee (Baow, baow, baow) Head real good, don't scrape with her teeth (Teeth) Work at the bank, but she fuck for the cheap (What?) Finna cop a jet, I need a pilot (Pilot) Fresher than you, don't need a stylist (Yeah) Feel like I'm shittin' on everybody (Yeah) My first car, that was a Maserati (No cap) Look at my wrist, that's factory Plain Patek cost two hundred, lowkey (Two hundred, lowkey) Baby mama tryna put the people on me (What?) Young nigga shit, I'm still an OG (Rich) I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah) Mm, is it real? Is it, is it real? It can't be, it can't be real This can't be real This can't be real This can't be— Wouldn't like me when I'm angry Lot of niggas wanna aim me And the slaves tried to hang me Everything that they can't be Drop a milli' on a pinky Hella rich money filthy Want some, well, you ain't P Buy a piece that you ain't peep Where you at? Nigga, you ain't deep New bitch that you can't keep For the ice, I bought a plain piece I don't know, somethin' changed me I don't know, somethin' changed me Slave niggas tried to hang me Where I be at mainly? London I went straight to the Mase', ain't have a Honda (Skrrt) Plug callin' my phone like a baby mama She won't tell me she love me, I'm fuckin' on her (Fuckin' on her) Always fuck with a bitch, got a bag on her (Bag) Always keep 'bout a hundred in racks on me (Racks) Always steppin', nobody ain't steppin' for me (Facts) Hundred racks on a plain jane Rollie And my pockets blue cheese and guacamole (Yeah, yeah)