Lyrical Breakdown of Best Rapper Under 25 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Best Rapper Under 25" 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 "Best Rapper Under 25" 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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Weezy, what's up with it, brotha?
Tell Maestro I need to fuck over his beat real quick
Hear me?
I'm the best rapper under twenty-five, twenty-four inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was nine
That's no lie, ho
Rappers out they mothafucking minds, so I gotta go
'Psycho' on these niggas, call me Norman Bates with a poker face
Got the banger in my hand and I'm out to poke your face
.38 Special, grab it, let him have it – "Where the safe?"
We hungry, Housing Quthority saved my Section 8
My section be on the west side of Compton, Cali, champ
Where them killers posted on the corner like a letter stamp
Let a rapper tell me I ain't better than whoever's out
I'ma knock 'em out his Force 1's once I air 'em out
Air jets flying 'cross the atlas
I made it, momma, made a promise
Married to Hip-Hop, and the maid of honor gonna be R&B
I'm fucking her too, so please hand me my condoms
Where the honeymoon in the motherfucking booth
You're fucking right, I'm the fucking truth
I put my hand on The Bible
Swear to God, if I lie, then I'll probably die tomorrow
Tell my momma don't feel sorrow, 'cause her son was a gunner
They found my corpse with a rapper's head in my stomach
I'm right here, I ain't running even if the Iraqis w-was in back of me
Back against the wall, I'm clapping them rapidly, y'all
Would never stop what you can't see
It's like a red light when driving with Stevie
Wonder if you can understand or withstand the blast of my wrath
I steer the game with both hands while you crash
Like Earnhardt, my heart to the fallen soldiers
You can either ride, or get rolled over
Sleeping on me, I put you in a coma
So please chill out, before you meet the coldest
Starving every day, see my face where the bowl is
Bowl on my face, I walk while my mouth hold it
Hold it
I'm the best rapper under twenty-five, twenty-four inches on my ride
Ball like 23 and I shot my first .22 when I was nine
21 gun salute
And my soldiers killed twenty of your troops at a time
And I got about nine teens on the corner fucking with marijuana jive
And heard about eighteen rappers say that a bird can go for seventeen-point-five
Motherfuck that – my sweet sixteens be equivalent to about fifteen pie
I was fourteen when I wrote a rhyme
All I seen was thirteen ghosts every time I wrote a crazy line
All these 12 bars in my verses, that's what Notorious and Pac arrived
Goddammit, I spit just like a MAC-11 every time
I drop jewels, you drop dimes, you pretending to be like mine
I intend to put about ten of you rappers on Channel 9
Straight up, fuck around and get ate up
Cut 'em up in seven ways
Funeral carried by six in five days
You'll know I go for money
When I sink my teeth in 'Carter III' beats – to you from me
My son, the victory is mine, I won
I'm the one
The beat was the pussy
And I cum, hard