Lyrical Breakdown of Banned From TV - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Banned From TV" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Lil Uzi Vert weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Banned From TV" 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 Uzi Vert 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 Uzi Vert's narrative.
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Oh yeah
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (run with my shit)
You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child (she sucking my dick)
We moving, shaking, working now that money gon pile (yeah, yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm ballin' right now (oh yeah)
And you know I got that chopper like Osama, yeah (woo, woo)
And that presidential rolley like Obama, yeah (like Obama)
Told that bitch I like her face and her persona, yeah (oh, persona)
Getting money, Grandma we don't need Obamacare (oh yeah)
I tat my face, I dye my hair and let it lock up, yeah
I wanna last with Brittany like Keith and Otanya, yeah (oh yeah)
But nothing last forever, thousand dollar sweater (oh yeah)
12 come around and I turn to Hellen Keller (oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child (she sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile (yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child (she sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile (yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (oh yeah)
I came from the gutter, aye (damn)
Riding with my brothers, aye (damn, damn, oh yeah)
Bitches we just fuck them, aye (aye, damn)
We will never love them, aye (aye, oh yeah)
Driving in a hummer, aye (skrrt)
Balling every summer, aye (oh yeah)
Balling every winter, aye (yeah)
You a tough rat Master Splinter, aye (oh yeah)
I just made a hundred K (hunnid)
Spent me like 6, uh, thousand a day (oh yeah)
Remember I couldn't get that bitch (no, no, no)
Now I fuck like 6 hoes a day (oh yeah)
VVS diamonds gon' cover my face (aye)
Walk with the money in Balmain jeans (oh yeah, aye)
They know my name in Barney's baby (yeah)
That's because Lil Uzi ballin', baby (oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child (she sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile (yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (oh yeah)
I got a problem, niggas out here tryna run with my style (run with my shit, oh yeah)
You kiss your bitch to work, I make her swallow my child (she sucking my dick, oh yeah)
We moving, shaking, working now that money going pile (yeah, yeah, oh yeah)
My ex be so upset because I'm balling right now (oh yeah)