Lyrical Breakdown of The Scotts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Scotts" 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 "The Scotts" 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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Let's go We see the hype outside (yeah) Right from the house, uh Took it straight from outside (yeah) Straight to the couch (mm) We put the mic outside (yeah) Air this shit out, uh (mm) You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (yeah) We runnin' the scouts (mm) Ain't no controllin' the gang (yeah) They never leave (mm) I got tats over my veins (yeah) 'Cause that what I bleed (mm) She drink a lot of the bourbon (yeah) Like she from the street (mm) We got control of the flows and-, huh, uh, uh (yeah, mm) We heard that your way went dry (yeah) We floodin' the drought, uh (mm) Heard that your hood outside (yeah) We added some routes (mm) We havin' the goods outside (mm) Move it in and out (mm) You lettin' THE SCOTTS outside (mm) We runnin' the scouts Nigga, the cops outside (yeah) Lock up the house (yeah, yeah) We keep the team on high (huh) Some gold in they mouth (yeah, yeah) Nigga, the Porsche outside (huh) Without the top (yeah, yeah, nigga, yeah) She want a mimosa-sa (yeah) Bring in the shots (yeah, yeah, yeah) Tell these phony bitches, "Beat it" With that Photoshoppin' body, Adobe, help me She in there makin' panini She know I got all the bread, she know me, got it On my hustle, havin' visions It's been a minute since my niggas done owned it, howdy (huh, huh) Cleveland boy, he make 'em pay Yes, that Cleveland boy, he done made a way, hey Headed for somewhere to go, anywhere cinema these, these Niggas don't know where to go, gotta keep givin' em heat, heat (yeah) Time to go double, though, time they add up the math, mad And I've been dealin' with so many things, havin' so many dreams Let's go