Lyrical Breakdown of Break It Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Break It Down" 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 "Break It Down" 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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Uh, feeling like i gotta get it right now Moving like a killer in the darkness outta sight Now On another level, so the devel wanna fight now Growing up dirt broke, but its looking bright now Bitches on the pipe now, lick a dick right now But i cant fade, taken shots with the sghit down Uh, yeah i coulda died that day But i guess god dont ride that way Chillin at the club, getting high all day With a couple bad bitches, I'm a do it my way Trippin' by the way that I be livin' Everything I got 'em giving Why you think they can't do it like me I'm a get high yeah, yeah, yeah I'm a get high yah yeah yeah I'm a get high yah yah yah I'm a get high yah yah yah No, I don't smoke, but I'm feeling like Maybe getting green'll get a brotha' feeling hella right (Uh) Bitches on my dick, but I don't give a damn (Yeah) Blowin' up my phone, trynna get the dinner plan Back stage with the homies 'bout to get it, man Fuck a fifteen minute man Look young, but I been a man All that ringtone rap, make a brotha' wanna kill a man I am just a sinner, man Keep it real, yeah, that been the plan You know we always do it for the fans I be sippin' low key like no ID Always in the lab, yes, sir, that's me Label that I'm reppin', that's VMG From the womb to the tomb, we be keepin' it G (Logic) What you know about me? Everybody know that I be reppin' that 3-0-1 Fuck around again, son West Deer Park, that's where I'm from Feeling like I gotta bring it back again Always on another level, don't know how to act again I be on that real (real), no I never back down You don't wanna fuck around Busting like a Mac, now Started from the bottom, ain't no way I'm a go back down Slack now, all the motherfucker, hell naw, never that now Tell me that they love me, I don't give a fuck Boy chillin' in the cut bad bitch, far from it slut