Lyrical Breakdown of Perfect Imperfection - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Perfect Imperfection" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Kevin Gates weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Perfect Imperfection" 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 Kevin Gates 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 Kevin Gates's narrative.

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I wear my emotions on my sleeve you know what I'm saying I've always been like that, my whole life, man If I fuck with you, I'm all the way out there If I don't fuck with you I don't mind you knowing I don't fuck with you Breaking down a key of coke, I ain't never seen a boat Khaza got circumcised thinkin' I'ma need a load Boobie he a shooter, hit the top of your medulla From a scooter with a ruger, I don't think he even need a scope Attending college been a goal that I'm after Evaded doin' life without parole wearin' shackles I'm only fucking with what matters A washed up rapper talking trash doesn't matter Front windshield of the car went in shatters My nigga brains blown out layin' in my lap Told God take me, everybody blamed me Praying till I'm prayed out won't bring him back They say my life is amazing Funny been a question kinda wonder how I made it Forest Gump and I got something in common The world treat you different when brilliant We ain't booted off a molly, we don't do 'shrooms All we do is pass gas lord, excuse who? Twin-turbo 911 make it vroom vroom We in all black, my mechanic, make the tool move Say you sip lean, yeah, I do too I ain't tryna hit your cup, nigga, do you I'm Michael Jackson, I'm reincarnated I channel this spirit like Ali the greatest Medicinal marijuana, am I medicated? Aerosmith jaded She looked like Nala when she got on top me I gazed in her eyes and responded Can we go half on a baby? Broke another fingernail scratching up my back Navel to the ceiling when I'm pushing on her pelvis See my tattoo of Elvis when I'm tearing up her cat She tapped I'm a perfect imperfection My craft has been perfected I just need affection Emotionally, I'ma introvert but it comes off as aggression No one understand me and everybody can't be slow It's refreshing to find someone who think like me so I can't be wrong I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio Sometime I get high I watch the time pass by, like away we go Is it okay to cry when you're dying inside? Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies Point the flame at my brain with the full clip Drake said Gates do his thing, he don't bullshit All you other niggas rap about is bullshit Studio on drugs and you get all in your feelings Look into your eyes nigga, you ain't ever lived it But always talking cooking dope nigga, ever had heart ache? Ever lost money learning how to cook oil based Ever grind hard tryna pay for your lawyer? Get him paid off and you still go to jail And that bitch that you love don't pick up when you call her Fuckin' with your nigga when you get out and you dog her Going with your mood with a nigga you don't argue Came here to die in the game I'm retarded Know it's got a name I ain't knowing what to call it Mama three way the call chopping game, me and 40 Freeman I look up to you nigga and I love you Know you lost your parents but with me you got a brother Malaki and Chris Sprite, all same trap Cousin Lil' Quick telling me he wanna rap Uptown Beezy the White House administration Get the paper, had to see Tyrese in a scrap When his seatbelt strap make it hard to lean back Sittin' up straight in the car with the shades on Young Seven with the jensen and my main man gone I was doing time up in rivers when he came home Now I'm waiting on a nigga for the get out of line No drive by, we jump out and dump where you grind Excuse me, I meant to say where you spend time You too scared to hustle, you're just wasting time I used to spend nights with Khalil and Jaquincy And his brother fucked with the ones who against me Stop making threats 'cause I swear I hate livin' You say you don't like me, well shut up or kill me Well shut up or kill me You say you don't like me, well shut up or kill me Bitch, shut up or kill me I'm a perfect imperfection My craft has been perfected I just need affection Emotionally, I'ma introvert but it comes off as aggression No one understand me and everybody can't be slow It's refreshing to find someone who thinks like me so I can't be wrong I'm a perfect imperfection and I don't find interest in the radio Sometime I get high I watch the time pass by, like away we go Is it okay to cry when you're dying inside? Seem like codeine is the one thing that help take my mind from the lies