Lyrical Breakdown of Compton - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar feat. Dr. Dre weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Compton" 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 Kendrick Lamar feat. Dr. Dre 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 Kendrick Lamar feat. Dr. Dre's narrative.

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Now everybody serenade the new faith of Kendrick Lamar This is King Kendrick Lamar King Kendrick and I meant it, my point intended is raw Fix your lenses forensics would've told you Kendrick had killed it Pretend it's a massacre and the masses upon us And I mastered being the master at dodging your honor And the chapter that read at 25 I would live dormant like five in the morning They raid your spot while Kendrick's performing And if they take everything, know I got Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Ay, Dre what's happening wit' it my nigga Still I'm at it, peel the plastic off it, you can feel the magic Still I'm laughing at the critics talking, I can see 'em gagging When I'm back in the back of my city, back in the 'bach With a batch of them banging Dre Beats with me, look where I'm at It's the murder cap' and I'm captain at birthing this gangsta rap It's a wrap when I'm done and I come a long way from a hundred dollars a month To a hundred mil' in a day, bitch I'm from Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine So come and visit the tire screeching, ambulance, policeman Won't you spend a weekend on Rosecrans nigga Khaki creasing, crime increasing on Rosecrans nigga Kendrick Conan nigga Where you sword at, hand on the cross and swore that I do it big as Rasputia for them shooters Kama Sutra scream fuck your position and make you hold that I'm trying to stay grounded like four flats But I know flats and Piru Crip tats Will swarm on me like a beehive Hop in the G ride From the West to the East side Know that's just how Compton roll And that's a given I pass the blunt then pass the torch of course that's my decision I crash the Porsche then you report that you see me in Benzes I must report that we import the narcotics you bought it Then talked about it when crack hit the speakers, the music business I blow up every time we throw up a record Depending on what you expecting, I'm sure it's bigger than your religion Perfected by niggas that manifested music to live in Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine So tell that gangster throw his set high Roll it up in a blunt, I'mma take you on the next high I did exactly what I wanted that's what made them checks fly In my direction, you never questioned when I said I Would be a mogul before I visit 2Pac and Left-eye Eazy and Aaliyah when I see you we gon' test drive A Lambo in heaven but for now I'm on the redeye Flying back to my city cuz I'll forever standby Compton, Compton, ain't no city quite like mine Now we can all celebrate We can all harvest the rap artists of NWA America target our rap market, as controversy and hate Harsh realities we in made our music translate To the coke dealers, the hood rich And the broke niggas that play With them gorillas that know killers That know where you stay Roll that kush, crack that case, ten bottles of rosé This was brought to you by Dre Now every motherfucker in here say: "Look who's responsible For taking Compton international I make 'em holla" Ayo Just Blaze, good looking homie Just Blaze Ain't no city quite like mine, yeah In the city of Compton Ain't no city quite like mine Mom, I finna use the van real quick! Be back, 15 minutes!