Lyrical Breakdown of For Free? - Interlude - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

  • Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "For Free? - Interlude" 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 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's narrative.

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Fuck you, motherfucker, you a hoe-ass nigga

I don't know why you tryna go big, nigga you ain't shit

Walking around like you God's gift to Earth, nigga you ain't shit

You ain't even buy me no outfit for the fourth

I need that Brazilian, wavy, twenty-eight inch, you playin'

I shouldn't be fuckin' with you anyway, I need a baller-ass, boss-ass nigga

You is a off-brand-ass nigga, everybody know it, your homies know it, everybody fuckin' know

Fuck you nigga, don't call me no more

You won't know, you gonna lose on a good bitch

My other nigga is on, you off

What the fuck is really going on?

This dick ain't free

You lookin' at me like it ain't a receipt

Like I never made end's meet, eatin' your leftovers and raw meat

This dick ain't free

Livin' in captivity raised my cap salary

Celery, tellin' me green is all I need

Evidently all I seen was Spam and raw sardines

This dick ain't free, I mean, baby

You really think we could make a baby named Mercedes

Without a Mercedes Benz and twenty-four inch rims

Five percent tint, and air conditioning vents

Hell fuckin' naw, this dick ain't free

I need forty acres and a mule

Not a forty ounce and a pitbull

Bullshit, matador, matador

Had the door knockin', let 'em in, who's that?

Genital's best friend, this dick ain't free

Pity the fool that made the pretty in you prosper

Titty juice and pussy lips kept me obnoxious

Kept me up watchin' pornos in poverty

Apology? No

Watch you politic with people less fortunate, like my self

Every dog has it's day, now doggy style shall help

This dick ain't free

Matter of fact, it need interest

Matter of fact, it's nine inches

Matter of fact, see our friendship based on business

Pension, more pension, you're pinchin', my consensus

Been relentless, fuck forgiveness, fuck your feelings

Fuck your sources, all distortion, if you fuck it's more abortion

More divorce courts and portion

My check with less endorsement left me dormant

Dusted, doomed, disgusted, forced with

Fuck you think is in more shit?

Porcelain pipes pressure, bust 'em twice

Choice is devastated, decapitated the horseman

Oh America, you bad bitch, I picked cotton that made you rich

Now my dick ain't free

I'ma get my Uncle Sam to fuck you up

You ain't no king