Lyrical Breakdown of Trip - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trip" 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 "Trip" 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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"Boarding completed I'd like to welcome you aboard flight number F2B3 Our scheduled flying time will be four hours and twenty Minutes And we will be cruising at an altitude of thirty-three- Thousand feet At this time we would like to acquaint you with some of The features Relax and breathe normally" Uh, coming down like I'm uphill Hogging both lanes better than a bus will She tell me that my head bigger than a bus wheel But it don't matter cause she still gon' let me fuck Still I mix a little bit of Kendrick with some L.A. weather Then step out like Chicago in it's finest era You niggas begging for attention, doing extra-extra Downgrading yourself, you get an F for effort Ha-ha, I let the world know I chose to keep to myself and let the world go And if you don't like a nigga, then let your girl know So she can be curious on Twitter looking me up I'm laid back with a bad one, you ain't never had one Ass so fat that it tipped over the Aston Speeding on the 1-0-5 till the fucking badge come Hello to my wittiness, I'm Cadillac's grandson [Chorus] And I'm a trip Ever since an understudy man I've always been a trip Mama tell me that she love me but she know her son a Trip Baby open up your ears, you ain't heard it like this Sounwave drop the beat, I lock the flow down Now all the way to the moon we bout to go now I got enough of the mojo to go around So pack your bags and tell him you going out of town Cause I'm a trip Landing on another runway, fly with me Or die tryna fly, a shot-down Frisbee Shout out to Black Hippy, nigga we on Like we never been off, straight shots of Patron I'm give y'all the business to give y'all some business Pussy ain't shit, I can give y'all some bitches Clean off her sports bra, she clean off my dishes Then wear off the Kangols, hood rats, I hate those And she know what this is, hey lil' mama Seen your pretty ass around the way lil' mama But why you always in somebody face lil' mama? Embarrassing yourself, get off the stage (Lil Mama) Nigga, I gotta be that nigga If I ain't, I gotta be that nigga Curtesy of Paula's oldest son, pay homage Or pay attention, open your eyes and hear knowledge [Chorus] Gi-give me that, gi-gi-give me that That's how I get at 'em when I look at a shoe rack Penny for thoughts, mine start at a few racks So I can live on a hill just off a few raps I want to live in a space that none of y'all can visit That might be outer space, the Jupiter district I quadruple my vision If you don't see it then you're dead with your eyes Open I've seen bullets hit the wheel, left his ride smoking On some Compton shit Somebody that'll ride or die, that's a Compton bitch You see my city is the city of Lamar It'll take twenty years 'fore a nigga see them all The swap meet dumping, the sawed-off pumping The tree for the low, don't you know, Paul Bunyan I'm on cloud nine, I can see rain coming So if I'm out my mind, people don't say nothing [Chorus] "How was your flight Mr. Lamar? Good, hope to see you next time"