Lyrical Breakdown of MOON MAN SHIT - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MOON MAN SHIT" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kid Cudi weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MOON MAN SHIT" 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 Kid Cudi 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 Kid Cudi's narrative.
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(Honorable)
Yeah
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit
I'm on my moon man shit (yeah), my moon man shit
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh)
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh)
Pull up in the nighttime flexin' in the winter (yeah)
All my boys on the creep, we the jeepers in the summer (nigga)
Posted on the street, all the bitches wantin' Cudder (yeah)
I can not blame them, I'm cuter than a motherfucker
Gather all the team with D, give a fuck, we ball
Td up on the ends, livin' wild, word to mother
Girlies in the Jeep and they waivin' at a brother
You lost, I'm a boss, can't believe you seen a stunter
We just free the tree, it takes me (yeah)
All my niggas coolin', geeks and bands for my Gs (yeah)
The fuckers, they don't know how I might be
Just a lil' rock n' roll, a piece and my peace (yeah)
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
See a sister peepin', runnin' through my veins
I'm rippin' through the seasons, I'm drippin' in your lane (yeah)
I do this for my city mates, I do it for the fame (fuck 'em)
I've never been a sucker nigga, ask about my name (nigga)
I always hold it down, ten toes on the pavement
Now everybody know a fucker real about my statements
I pull up in the Benz, or the Porsche, or the Bimmer (Bimmer)
But ever since a little, nigga, always been a dreamer, dreamer (yeah)
Yeah
I owe this to my daughter, the flyness forever ('ever)
Now every time I step into the room, they can't forget him (no)
I be the one, a stepper, my life is so much better (yeah)
I pray to see the light, I pray for different weather (yeah)
Nobody fuckin' with me, no, no, no, no, no
Ain't no guessin' 'bout my city, no, no, no, no, no (huh-uh)
Coolin', no one iller, roll my G's with Gs
I keep 'em leanin', turn the club up
Take a jab, the speech, nigga
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit (yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit (uh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah)
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh)
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh)
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit (yeah)
I'm on my moon man shit, my moon man shit
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh, fucker)
I'm on my moon man shit (uh-uh, fucker)
(Bitch)