Lyrical Breakdown of Celebration - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Celebration" 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 "Celebration" 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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Ay Uh For the record I used to a lot of humbling when i was little Got a lot of whoopings over that shit too And thats random, But so what? Ha ha ha Gimme that beat, fool This a full time jack No really this a Sounwave track So really I ain't gotta steal nothing all I gotta do is kill it When you press record button let the paralyzed feel it I came back with a full time swag and the critics thought they had me Nah, I just bought more batteries Turned up supercharged, a medium away from living large Matter fact where my niggas at? Where my bitches with them pretty weaves? Enemies bleed on the maxi pad Pussy you fucked with the wrong one I'm on one, I'll make sure your kids breathe ammonia Good kid, mad city Evil in my heart From the blood niggas fuckin' with me, crip niggas tryna kill me Malcolm X mind state, if I raise the crime rate It's a legitimate reason why I put on repeat Kanye's "Touch The Sky" But I'll be looking past that I'm tryna touch God My heart to the heavens, the rebel of the reverend Ya'll married to the game well I'm bout to crash weddings I put a lot of pain in the shit I write If you going through something, this the shit you recite This is bigger than life This is Kendrick Lamar This is Jimi Hendrix guitar on tour? I mean war like that! Yeah, straight like that People don't be shy Release them balloons to the sky I need the world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times) In 2010 I'm tryna ball, nigga! Like shooting jumpshots in the mall, nigga! That's a quote from Ab-Soul I suppose since you laugh that's the ultimate goal On behalf of the TopDawg conglomerate Shall stay anonymous Searching seven continents accomplishing big shit Big ass, big tits she on me And just to get to me she'll fuck the homies. homie's homies The life of a cool nigga My nigga Tony said "just do you, nigga! Sure improve, nigga And they gon' play you for a fool that's for sure Till they know you got the stankiest stew, nigga!" I ain't tripping I'm just tippin' on fo-fo's Back in the city and tippin' on four hoes Cold cold He's sick con, slick on Drop red jewels like a school bar mitzvah People don't be shy Release them balloons to the sky I need the world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times) Why ya'll complain about OG's? I don't look at a legend and say you owe me Not Snoop not Dre not Ice Cube Quik Went to the same school I look in the mirror and do it myself like a self made nigga I don't need a maid, nigga Do I need a cosign from Dre or Jigga? They can make me much bigger, but do I need em though? I just need a flow The type of shit that make you think you seen Pac ghost "Me Against The World" On you motherfuckers I got my back against the wall and a .45 Dog get smoked, Chris Tucker Uhh, tryna record my steelo Even when I'm not there just like TiVo The hoes tell me that I got a real big ego And weed move slow right now but E go You know what I'm talkin' bout? I look at your Audemars to put ya'll in time out It's time to unveil the real And your career is about as frail as Ms. Winehouse Just salute, grab a fluke, and pull the wine out Just like that People don't be shy Release them balloons to the sky I need the world to celebrate me! (One time) You'll never know when I'm gone (Two times)