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