Lyrical Breakdown of Watts R.I.O.T. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Watts R.I.O.T." 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 "Watts R.I.O.T." 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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One for the money, two for my bros
Three for the city, now everybody knows
Watts up, no faking – one shot taken
My life was enticed with mayhem, just praying to God I'd make it
City hot as Jamaicans, laying naked with Satan
Just a kid, but what I did would probably leave Jesus shaking
For real – it get real in the field, they kill for pills
And sling packs to dingbats, hoping they'll cop 'em some wheels
Niggas start hating, that pistol start clapping
Rat-tat-tat-tat-tatting, no yapping, dapping
Fake fashions? That'll never happen
We really with this shit – you clowns jiggy rapping
Gee like if Biggie happened to splice with Pac and get it cracking
I take action on acting, I ain't playing with you
Real whales gave me game, soaked like kiddie pistols
K.Dot gave me respect, the homie like "you crazy blessed"
We finna blow like C4 with no bull in that text
Yes – Mike Jack wouldn't make it in this thriller
Watts up, watch everybody get familiar
One for the money, two for my bros
Three for the city, now everybody knows
Watts up in this motherfucker
Watts up in this motherfucker
Swallow your pride and then eat a dick
Make the rulers apologize, you ain't ruling shit
I'm Rick Rubin in '85 with the beard thick
Thick bitch, type Peruvian, slanted eyes, that's quench
They tell you that I'm one-up, from sundown to sunup, son
I son niggas, I probably fucked your mama
With no condom, that's good pussy
Pussy, tell it to your honor, this drama is Jeffrey Dahmer
It took me through many moons just to set up this new platoon
Get ambushed or kick-pushed with push brooms
Man, look, your man look like Sweet Water
Cornbread that break under pressure if he caught up
Big homie said "i gotta crawl before I walk"
"And if I ever run my mouth then my legs will get cut off"
See, I'm just a young boss in the bat cave
Back against the wall, and if I fall, Gee Watts bring it back, bang