Lyrical Breakdown of TherlBread - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TherlBread" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Durk weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "TherlBread" 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 Lil Durk 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 Lil Durk's narrative.
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DJ Swift on the track
Mook on the beats
Will-A-Fool
I heard that shit that you said, it got back to me
And I'm talking to the dead, just talk back to me
I wish Pluto called my phone and he could jock with me
I wish Nuski was in the studio to rock with me
Niggas gotta run they mouth because we run the city
We put drums on them choppers, man, I love them titties
It be crazy 'cause the ones you love in competition
Just kill me, don't alley-hoop me to the opposition
Just feel me, just pay attention, it ain't hard to listen
Just listen, you was my homie, why'd you keep your distance?
Prescription, I pop a Perky, now I'm reminiscing
Let's get it, we all can eat, I'm in a good position
We just politicking and we talkin' about different shit
We speakin' on, on, on thoroughbreds and real niggas
And, and, and the sacrifices they made
The, the, the Gino Colons and the Larry Hoovers, the David Barksdales
The Fidos and Big Durks and the Terry Youngs
You know, the ones that deserve to be acknowledged
And the ones that should be acknowledged for being thorough
I came from Kix cereal,
Ramen noodles, powdered Kool-Aid without the sugar
I remember taking bundles, stealing it without them lookin'
Spend the night at Coli crib just because his mama cookin'
Why you thinkin' that we pussy? Just believe it's never crooky
Next week, yeah, yeah, next week
I remember letting niggas hold shit the next week
I'm talking back then, seven deep on backseats
I remember back then, old homies tried to whack me
I know they mad they ain't stay and we got it
We rich as hell, in five stars eating salad
And I was sleeping on that floor, sharing pallettes
I got in my bag on one song, now it's a habit, yeah
Why they don't love me, love me,
Love me, love me, love me, love me, love me?
Know what I'm sayin',
This is a Love Songs for the Streets 2 vibe, know what I'm sayin'?
I'm in that mode
Know what I'm sayin', I wanna talk to the streets some more