Lyrical Breakdown of At The Cross - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "At The Cross" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Kodak Black weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "At The Cross" 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 Kodak Black 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 Kodak Black's narrative.
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(Rippa on the beat, bitch)
All this life I'm livin', all this life I'm livin'
Got me a little fucked up in the head, can't even lie about that one
Got me crazy, this shit got me crazy
(Let me hear it, let me hear it)
All this life I'm livin' got me crazy
Why you drive the droptop when it's rainin'?
How you put an O in front of the Range?
In a orange Rover, peel out, switchin' lanes
All this gunpowder fuckin' up my brain
Life done took a toll on me, it changed me
Got a nigga walkin' 'round here, actin' strange
I left my birds at the cross and went to Haiti
Three crosses on my face, they wanna hang me
I tripple-crossed a nigga, yeah, I'm shady
Yeah, them niggas can't relate, 'cause they ain't smart enough
Yeah, everythin' I do, it be for all of us
Got a Zoe flag on the Maybach truck, bendin' corners
Got too much money to be still jumpin' out of Lamb' Rovers
Too much shooters to be still jumpin' out shootin'
I done turned a Kodak moment to a whole movement
And you niggas can't get close to me, I'm inaccessible
Keep every conversation brief as an ethical
I left all my partners, because I outgrew them
I left all my problems and moved to Wyoming
And these drops by my eyes, they ain't a tear, it's the blood
Faced all my fears even though I ain't scared of nothin'
Earned everythin' because I came from the slums
Can't show me what's the meanin' to your love
30 million, boo, I'm still hittin' the bottom feeders
Left my birds at the cross-hair
We're throwin' cautions at the window
Ain't no crossin' 'bout business, I ain't taking no more losses
Say Haitian boy Kodak, uh, I love my auntie, my niece
Run up in the projects, thuggin' by the Chinese store
That was uncle, my auntie'nem, he might try to call in
13 on the molly's, tryna steal the violence
My mama couldn't hold me, she sat me down in a Mustang
My dad a droptop Toyota, felt just like a Corvette
Every bitch I stick my dick in, they said they want a repeat