Lyrical Breakdown of 1995 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "1995" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Logic weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "1995" 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 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's narrative.
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Play me some pimpin' mane, yeah
Higher than a motherfucker, dawg
What's up with Logic? What's good, man?
Hey, hey, hey, yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
We blessed
What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up!"
That's it? Haha (Yeah, yeah)
Whippin' through West Deer Park
Lookin' for scandalous shawties, only come out after dark
Hit the homie Slaydro for some shit we could spark
Skippin' school, feelin' cool, we did not give a fuck
Huh, was never one for the academics
But knew the everyday struggle
Avada Kedavra to all you Muggles
My lane different, too sufficient, my brain different
I'm ill though, fifteen, mastered the skill though
Since I was working at the supermarket
Every week, another new department
'Til I signed my deal with Def Jam in a new apartment
Always wanna change with the times
Number one best seller on the New York Times
But my childhood was riddled with crime
Widdled the rhyme, now I shine
I'm Tarantino in his prime, I'm Jules with the Jerry curl
I'm nothin' without rap like the swine without the pearl
I'm dirty like fuckin' your girl
Just to son you, I'ma cum in your girl
Thought you was gonna make it as a rapper with no Plan B
I'm so successful, most people can't stand me
Only thing I don't have is a fuckin' Grammy
Yeah, but you know that boy nominated
Go ultra Travolta and watch me dominate it
Catch me whippin' through the 'Basas in that Bronco
Logic go blanco, huh, bumpin' that Pretty Flacko
Rat Pack come hither, wherever I go
Just a youngin' on his come up tryna make it
'Til the baddest bitch in the world tannin' by my pool naked
So to the youngin' on his come up listening, boy, you could make it
Whippin' through Gaithersburg, whippin' through West Deer
Whippin' through Germantown, whippin' through Rockville
Whippin' through, whippin' through, whippin', whippin', wh-whippin'
Whippin' through North Memphis back in 1995 (five)
Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized)
Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (sky)
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies
Whippin' through north Memphis back in 1995 (five)
Screamin', "Mafia!" had my city hypnotized ('tized)
Gulfstream, "30,000 feet up in the sky" (Sky)
Dabbin' off her titties, goddamn, time flies (whoo)
Young niggas, we was gettin' paid, runnin' the game like arcade
Lil' nigga, Juicy been made, fuckin' your mama back stage
I was getting mine in the streets, some of y'all never came outside
And I'm still spendin' that paper back from 1995
Woo, woo, chicken, chicken
Woo, woo, chicken heads
Woo, woo, chicken, chicken
Woo, woo, chicken heads
Woo, woo, chicken, chicken
Woo, woo (Gonna take the time to say-)