Lyrical Breakdown of Elite Division - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Elite Division" 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 "Elite Division" 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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(Zaytoven) Kodak I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars And even though I'm rich, I still keep 'em near me I gotta change my surroundings and everybody who around me It seem like shit don't go right when they with me I used to be with stealers and killers and murderers and burglars But now I'm gettin' further, I don't want no dealings Used to be fucked up 'bout my niggas and my bitches But they took me up through there a few times, now I ain't got no feelin' My aunty told me "Slow down, you in an elite division" My uncle told me "Get from 'round them niggas, don't like you in it" Had to get put in this position to see it myself I forgot 'bout me, I was taking care of everybody else I was in the cell and I was hollerin' at my nigga Ced On the vent, he said he heard them niggas want me dead I called home, they said his friends got hit in the head I hope you never change, we Sniper Gang until the end My brother, my cousin, my niggas down there in the feds Even though he ain't ride for me, every chance I get I'ma send you bread You ain't gotta remind me how to be real, I already know how I play Look at us now, my nigga, remember when we was smoking red Miss Cammy, miss Red, lil' DT, that's my brother too I know what I said hurt you, but you had hurt me too I'm drankin' purple juice in the studio and spinnin' 'round Rocking that G-Shock in the cell block, you killin' time I'm from the 'No, they already know how I be getting down I switched my flow on them lil' niggas who tried to steal my sound I was takin' losses back to back, I heard them say I lost Numbers back up, fuck everybody who counted me out I'm going up top, this shit, got hot, I had to switch the route I'm the one who made the way, niggas tryna play like they forgot I was out the door when I was a youngin, I ain't have no money By the time the fame came, none of these things mean nothin' I'm on the ugly how I used to But it's just now all my thuggin' be on YouTube This shit ain't changed me, nigga, it changed y'all I been on the same block for three days with the same drawers So what's up, nigga, what it is? Re-did the guts on the Chevy Chevelle I was lookin' up to Cool as a shorty I wanted to walk like that nigga, all ears when he talkin' The whole project used to scream "Free Pac" Did thirteen, his face clean, everybody loved him, he solid Ever since Malcolm Elementary, everybody knew I'd be in penitentiary And the way everybody switchin', I know God got somethin' for me, so I ain't fuckin' trippin'