Lyrical Breakdown of Twenty 8 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Twenty 8" 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 "Twenty 8" 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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You know, project baby comin' up and shit
I was clutchin' on twenty-eight grams of crack cocaine
But then I fell in love with a twenty-eight year old
Both of them twenty-eight
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that Mary Kate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no medicate-ate-ate-ate
I just dropped that twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I whipped it in my new play-aye-aye-aye
I put the pot on the floor
So it could stick a little more
Drop palm all over your door
So it could stick a lil' more
Twenty-eight, that's my bae-aye-aye-aye
I spent a brick on my chain-aye-aye-aye
Thirty-six in my safe
Thirty clip to your face
You snatch my chain, you gon' die
So why would a nigga try?
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
She twenty-eight, she got the whip
My first verse was water whip
My second verse was 'bout my baby girl, she
Don't even like to go to work without me
I be here sellin' yola
She was with me in the yoda
I met her on that ugly corner
Remember runnin' with that poker
Out of state doin' fraud-aww-aww-aww
That my baby, that my broad-aww-aww-aww
I'm too young, girl, that's illegal
I'm 'bout to let her meet my people
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid
My lil' baby twenty-eight-eight-eight-eight
I be out here sellin' yay-yay-yay-yay
I be on that medicate-ate-ate-ate
I don't even got no MedicAid-aid-aid-aid