Lyrical Breakdown of Wesley's Theory - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kendrick Lamar feat. George Clinton & Thundercat weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Wesley's Theory" 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. George Clinton & Thundercat 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. George Clinton & Thundercat's narrative.

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Every nigga is a star, yeah Every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, yeah Every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, yeah Who would deny that you and I, and Every nigga is a star Hit me When the four corners of this cocoon collide You'll slip through the cracks, hoping that you'll survive Gather your wind, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize To pimp a butterfly? At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late night thinkin' of you Until I got my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Cutty on fours Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce four Platinum on everything, platinum on wedding ring Married to the game, made a bad bitch yours When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican, run up, get socked out Hit the Pres with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated but I got a million dollar check, like that We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home (everybody get out) At first, I did love you (love you) But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck) Late nights thinkin' of you (of you) Until I got my nut (you know I get money) Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keeping it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anything, see, my name is Uncle Sam on your dollar Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (that's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (oh man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché and say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever baby, count it all together baby Then hit the register and make me feel better baby Your horoscope is a gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two c-notes Too much ain't enough both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before 35 (yeah) Lookin' down is quite a drop (it's quite a drop, drop) Lookin' good when you're on top (when you're on top you got it) A lot of metaphors, leavin' miracles metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home We should never gave We should never gave niggas money Go back home, money, go back home Tax man comin'