Lyrical Breakdown of My Wrist - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "My Wrist" 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 "My Wrist" 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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: I be makin' moves with my wrists, I can make the news with my wrists. I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists, I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist. Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon, Like a day cow whippin up a baby. How I make it lock up they can't sake it, Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy. On my wrists My wrists Damn I love my wrists: I be walkin' round with forties on my hip I'm bout to throw some forties on my whip Kiss on her come get shorty out my shit She in here recording me and shit Hit the drive thru up I told em order me a brick I got tired of eating Pork n Beans and shit Called me Booty Tang gah damn stankin up my profit Albert Einstein I re-rock it and sock it I will turn up on you anytime take off like a rocket I don't want you playing with my mind I feel like I'm gothic They say Kodak he ain't got no mind We thank he retarded Me metarded boy you just fine You is out the pockets We ain't never had a damn dime I came up off the faucets Used to dream about it all the time I'm gon' work that Pyrex : I be makin' moves with my wrists, I can make the news with my wrists. I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists, I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist. Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon, Like a day cow whippin up a baby. How I make it lock up they can't sake it, Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy. On my wrists My wrists Damn I love my wrists: Damn I think I got a motor on my wrist My cup can drink in water like a fish Lets talk [?] man Si habla espanol Pablo that cocaine We get it That dope don't lock niggas scratch that pot then spin it We win it See them broke niggas make jokes Y'all fuck niggas grin it My mind on a milli My nine is a semi No time to be friendly I want every gah damn dime Cuz the mind to the pennies In the lab like a chemist Pushing weight like fitness It's first down on the line in the scrimmage Nigga we winners : I be makin' moves with my wrists, I can make the news with my wrists. I'm a Koley Imma swang with my wrists, I got my Roley on Bang on my wrist. Shoulda seen it be poppin' like some bacon, Like a day cow whippin up a baby. How I make it lock up they can't sake it, Pillsberry kid I'm in here goin' crazy. On my wrists My wrists Damn I love my wrists