Lyrical Breakdown of Is It Love (ft. Angela McCluskey) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Is It Love (ft. Angela McCluskey)" 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 "Is It Love (ft. Angela McCluskey)" 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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Sit still, and close your eyes (Smoke to it)
What's behind the other door, oh
No more silence (No more silence)
Don't kill this thing we got called love
Just searching for the perfect shot
When love comes callin', don't love back
When love comes callin', don't look away
When love comes callin', don't look back
When love comes callin', don't look away
I used to write rhymes, all day and all night
While you were playing Playstation, my pencil was erasing lines
My conscious only knew whats half tight
At 3:14, it's time to give me a slice, my nigga
This is a dog's fight, my nigga
The soundtrack to life, my nigga
Kendrick Lamar, his momma called him that
He watched House Party, and ate Apple Jacks
Sold Sega games, his cousin sold crack
He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs
Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back
Ball dreams of being pointguard was off limits jack
That's because thats these Compton streets was built not to win
You killed the nigga, I stole a bible, is that a sin
Part of me though, is searching for answers
The good kid from the ugly city
That's mad that he's handsome, where is the love?
When love comes callin', don't love back
When love comes callin', don't look away
When love comes callin', don't look back
When love comes callin', don't look away
Give me rings, give me chains mayne
Give me a blue benz, red porsche, red range
Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes
A mansion with marble floors, and security codes
Then give me some land, or maybe I'll land a
G5, clearport, say hello to the man
Give me awards, grammies, and let the crowd applaud
My name til' they strain the veins in they vocal cords
Give me fame and fortune, me and Donald Trump on golf courses
With that being said, give me Tiger sports endorsements
Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for
Manahattan and 40/40, no 40's but rose poured
Give me vanity, give me Kurt Cobain sanity
Give me a city where Channel 7 newscasters cameras be
Give me horror like Amity, no, give me the charts
(Just searching for the perfect, shot)
And if you ever renege, I'll still give you Kendrick Lamar
This is me, and thats love
When love comes callin', don't love back
When love comes callin', don't look away
When love comes callin', don't look back
When love comes callin', don't look away
Now everybody smoke to it, for this is, the celebration