Lyrical Breakdown of Wesley's Theory - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wesley's Theory" 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 "Wesley's Theory" 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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Every nigga is a star, ay, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ay, every nigga is a star Every nigga is a star, ay Who will deny that you and I and Every nigga is a star? Hit me! When the four corners of this cocoon collide You'll slip through the cracks hopin' that you'll survive Gather your weight, take a deep look inside Are you really who they idolize? To pimp a butterfly At first, I did love you But now I just wanna fuck Late nights thinkin' of you Until I get my nut Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board Destroyed, but what for? When I get signed, homie, I'ma act a fool Hit the dance floor, strobe lights in the room Snatch your little secretary bitch for the homies Blue-eyed devil with a fat-ass monkey I'ma buy a brand new Caddy on vogues Trunk the hood up, two times, deuce-four Platinum on everythin', platinum on weddin' ring Married to the game and a bad bitch chose When I get signed, homie, I'ma buy a strap Straight from the CIA, set it on my lap Take a few M-16s to the hood Pass 'em all out on the block, what's good? I'ma put the Compton swap meet by the White House Republican run up, get socked out Hit the prez with a Cuban link on my neck Uneducated, but I got a million-dollar check like that We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home (Everybody get out!) At first, I did love you (love you) But now I just wanna fuck (I just wanna fuck) Late nights thinkin' of you (of you) Until I get my nut ('til I get my nut) Tossed and turned, lesson learned You was my first girlfriend Bridges burned, all across the board (across the board) Destroyed, but what for? Yo, what's up? It's Dre Remember the first time you came out to the house? You said you wanted a spot like mine But remember, anybody can get it The hard part is keepin' it, motherfucker What you want you? A house or a car? Forty acres and a mule, a piano, a guitar? Anythin', see, my name is Uncle Sam, I'm your dog Motherfucker, you can live at the mall I know your kind (that's why I'm kind) Don't have receipts (oh, man, that's fine) Pay me later, wear those gators Cliché? Then say, "Fuck your haters" I can see the baller in you I can see the dollar in you Little white lies, but it's no white-collar in you But it's whatever though because I'm still followin' you Because you make me live forever, baby, count it all together, baby Then hit the register and make me feel better, baby Your horoscope is a Gemini, two sides So you better cop everything two times Two coupes, two chains, two C-notes Too much ain't enough, both we know Christmas, tell 'em what's on your wish list Get it all, you deserve it, Kendrick And when you hit the White House, do you But remember, you ain't pass economics in school And everything you buy, taxes will deny I'll Wesley Snipe your ass before thirty-five Yeah, lookin' down, it's quite a drop (it's quite a drop, drop, drop) Lookin' good when you're on top (when you're on top, you got it) You got a medal for us Leavin' metaphors metaphysically in a state of euphoria Look both ways before you cross my mind We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home Money, go back home We should never gave, we should never gave Niggas money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin') Money, go back home (tax man comin', tax man comin'!)