Lyrical Breakdown of BË QUIET - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BË QUIET" 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 "BË QUIET" 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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Snipin' shit, chasin' bitches, it's a lifestyle (Whoo-whoo, give me that back) fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck I'm still high as shit, I'm still high I said, "Fly (fly)", shit Way too rich, LYFESTYLE Off with what? Off with your head (head, yeah) Diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? Huh Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? Yeah I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Whoo) I'm a geek star, remember I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you Fuck all that lil' extra shit (whoo), you know the God Ba'al Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black Fuck what you say, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (ha) Bitch, I'm geeked up, yeah, I'm set to sail, no, don't help me (whoa) Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah (nothin') Bitch, this a VL, this ain't LV (this ain't LV) Vulture Love, not Louis Vuitton Now tell me you can't tell this custom Tryna get dope, oh, you bluffin' (I stay high as shit) See my dope, yeah, you cuffin' (I'm still high) I'm tryna get high as shit (I said "Fly", shit) I stay high as me, I get fly as wings (don't I?) I can hardly sleep (hardly), every day Halloween I don't want weed, I'm on a bean I'm a roller, not a stoner Even rehab gon' hurt You can't even pay me to be sober So fly, thought I could fly Got so high, I'm tryna fly, don't know why, must have thought I was a vulture (yeah) Eight percs to the face, need a chauffeur Thinkin' like, "How many can I take 'til I croak over?" Bad bitch on her knees, say she Lebanese Project baby, when I was born, I had a felony 357 sport, lookin' for, 'member me? Paid me back same way I gave you that, bitch, don't Zelle me shit Way too rich, LYFESTYLE Off with what? Tryna cut your head off (yeah) Yeah, diamonds on me, blind 'em like they seein' black, huh, hah Whole car matte black and the windows tinted, huh Okay, so what? I don't talk to them, huh Backstab you, bitch, I pick apart your art to them, huh Fucked up, oh, you fucked up? Huh Oh, your luck up? Oh, your time's up? Yeah I'm a billionaire, 'member? (Whoo) I'm a geek star, remember I feel like I'm talkin' to deaf people the way I'm tellin' you (whoa) Fuck all that lil' extra shit (whoo), you know the God Ba'al Pull up Bentley, Bentley, Bentley all black Fuck what you said, I don't want your words, no, don't tell me Smack they ass with reversible belts like it's LV (ha) Bitch, I'm geeked, yeah, I'm set to sail, yeah, don't help me (whoa) Did it by myself, so I don't got nobody to tell me nothin', yeah Drop the ski mask, I look like Yeat, don't call me Kodak Black