Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Ink Blot" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how undefined weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Ink Blot" 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 undefined employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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We are, we are, we are, we are
I'm just tryna live my life
I'm just tryna do what's right
I'm just tryna gain insight
I'm not tryna sleep all through the day and get up at night
I'm tryna do it right
Can somebody show me the light?
I'm just tryna live my life
I'm just tryna do what's right
I'm just tryna gain insight
I'm not tryna sleep all through the day and get up at night
I'm just tryna do it right
Can somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Can somebody
Somebody, somebody, somebody, somebody
Can somebody
Let's do this shit, that was lit
We are, we are, we are, we are
We are, we are, we are, we are
Yeah
Everybody know the real me
Something in your mind to feel free
So hot they all wanna kill me
Been forever but I'm still me
I'ma be real, I'm the man
I'ma be real I'm the rapper
I'ma be real I'm that mothafucka makin' millions
Now I ain't no trapper
All of this shit is a facade
All of this shit is a fallacy
I ain't me, I'm who you want me to be
Uh, uck that
Grip the 45 and buck back
I been chillin' on the tuck back, I been chillin' on the tuck
Uh, yeah
Yup, I been way back in the cut
Homie, I don't give a fuck
I'ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don't matter and makin' a buck
I'ma keep, I'ma keep, uh
I'ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don't matter and makin' a buck, listen up
I'ma keep rapping about all of this shit that don't matter and makin' a buck
Like wassup
A'ight, let's do this shit
(Shut the fuck up)
Let's get this mothafuckin' money, man
We ain't stuntin' these little stupid ass bitches
Stupid, fake ass niggas out here man
You know what I'm sayin'?
Getting extorted and shit
You know what I'm sayin'?
Fuck y'all niggas, man
Perpetratin' ass, dumb ass mothafuckas, man
All on the 'Gram, all on the Snapchat with the bullshit
Kill yo' mothafuckin self, nigga
Kill yo' mothafuckin self, nigga
And tell yo' bitch I said slob on my knob
That's crazy!
Yo, I'ma keep all this shit for the album
Oh they gon' love that, they gon' be like, "Aw fuck"