Lyrical Breakdown of Paradise - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Paradise" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic feat. Jesse Boykins III weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Paradise" 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 Logic feat. Jesse Boykins III 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 Logic feat. Jesse Boykins III's narrative.

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Chuch, yeah Now this that- Yeah, yeah Now this that SpottieOttieDopaliscious, hella vicious I wonder where is this, hold up Get the fuck out my business, show enough We roll up then load up Just a bastard born out of wedlock Close to the Earth like a dreadlock Got my sites on deadlock Visions of my enemy in a headlock Feel like I'm livin' in Bedrock, surrounded by rubble Just a youngin' in trouble Took a shot and then made it a double Took a shot and then made it a double This that food for thought, my school ain't taught me good No ingredients in my hood But a tablespoon of this baking soda gon' make it good, like it should That's ignant, isn't it? Hold up now wait, take a look at my pigment Tell me again, we can never be kin based on the color of my skin Matter of fact your lips ain't thin That's a club I don't wanna be in My DNA get done integrated My God it's innovative That's a million miles away from administrative I fuckin' hate it, anyway Long ago, way back in the day in a place called West Deer Park I was like 5, sit in my mama lap while she would drive Police would knock on the door, I would hide Then they would talk to me and I would lie Hopin' I, don't die on this side of a .45 Then they would handcuff my mama and take her away Over down on the driveway Fast forward a couple of years and I'm bumpin' that Sade Fast forward a couple of more and I'm bumpin' that "My Way" By Sinatra, so high, so high, oh my, God damn Now I'm a grown man, oh man What the fuck done happened to the plan? I know, as soon as I write this I might just go crazy (crazy) Anything but lazy, I can't sleep (why?) 'Cause if I do, there's another motherfucker wide awake on the creep Tryna kill you and he will too We livin' like civilized people, but far from equal I hope I live a long life and get to see my sequel My son, my seed Watch 'em grown and then watch 'em lead Let me proceed, bumpin' that that Californication, by the Red Hot Fuck around and then hit 'em with a red dot Y'all better not me fuckin' with me Who, him? Yeah, me, I be the God MC Follow me to paradise Follow, follow me Follow me to paradise Follow me to paradise Follow, follow me Follow me to paradise I remember my life long ago in my adolescence I could feel the presence in my residence Hesitant even thought it was evident I should get the fuck I know something is wrong Uh, yeah, I know something is wrong Feel like my mind gone I know I play along, I might drown in this song Huh, I'm so focused, huh, I know you know this Uh, when I make a move and feel like no one notice Uh, when I quit my job, uh, I fuckin' noticed Shit maybe then I'm noticed, huh, but maybe not Feel like this minimum wage is contagious So outrageous my age is on my mind Walking to work and I go blind Sippin' on that Koolaid, gettin' big wig money, that toupée Look around and see people with no class, like snow on a school day Y'all can't do what I do, do what I do Starin' out this window like, like Erykah Badu Livin' life how I do is crazy This shit never amaze me But I still let it phase me and I don't know why All I know is my mind racing A million miles a minute, the second I'm in it, yeah, I be pacing Bitch I'm back again Been here since way back when, now let that shit begin, yeah This album two but this song was written before the first My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise But it only makes it that much better when I rise This for the people that been through it and couldn't do it Had a vision but blew it, while haters screaming "I knew it" This is real, so real The type of shit that make you feel like you gotta kill Most of these people will never hit fruition Paying tuition when they should've just listened their intuition Now they wishing they was switching up their lifestyle All alone with no one to dial I'm just a man, I got problems, understand This is all I ever wanted, yes I do it for the fans And I ain't perfect I've questioned if this life was even worth it 'Cause all the people care about is what lies on the surface And my purpose is to do it like it ain't never been done Always keep it real and remember where I'm from, now This album two but this song was written before the first My mind racing, I'm sick of pacing, I feel the thirst Of those around me that down me and pray on my demise But it only makes it that much better when I rise