Lyrical Breakdown of Lost In Translation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Lost In Translation" 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 "Lost In Translation" 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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Yeah, turn my headphones up just a little more Just a little bit Chillin' with my homies and we vibin' All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain't drivin' Life a motherfucker, but we still survivin' Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin' Chillin' with my homies and we vibin' All this potion that I'm sippin', I ain't drivin' Life a motherfucker, but we still survivin' Colored people time, but nigga, we still arrivin' (Ayy, yeah, ayy) I'm feeling like Andre pre-3K 'cause all I got is Benjamins Y'all know the regimen, R-A-double-T-P-A-C-K Rappin' like back in the day, yeah you heard what I say From EBT and watching BET on my TV to platinum CD Now I got it like that, the boy brought it like that Yeah they gon' bring it back Like the illest sample from the 70's, I'm feelin' heavenly Grew up in Maryland and now my neighbor is Beverley Even when Bobby Boy over-the-hill and he's 70 I'ma be packin' that weaponry, I am the greatest alive You already know it, I don't gotta say it, this shit is telepathy If you feelin' different, then step to me 'Cause I've been ballin, shot-callin' Droppin' heat back-to-back while y'all stallin' Y'all wanna ante-up, but I'm all-in Climbing the ladder, ain't no way I'm fallin' Come here my darlin', married to the game Come now, feel the pain But I got a side bitch and that's real We love to make movies, I told you, that's reel That's just how I feel Tell me what I, tell me what I really wanna give for a life like this No, the boy won't fade away Take it day-to-day, everybody wanna hate straight-away That's how we livin' in this world today I'm Louis, you more C.K Was an Outkast on the come up back in the day And now I'm more Andre post-3K, like, woo Break it down Break-break-break-break-break it down Break it down (Can I kick it?) Break-break-break-break-break it down Ayo, Ayo Fuck You like Cee-Lo, buck it then I reload Sippin' Pellegrino, shoot the shit like Tarantino (Break it down) In the cut like Lilo with everybody we know We all in together like we cousins in the '90s And if you don't know 'bout that shit then You don't know 'bout rap shit, that jack shit You ain't got a nickel, son, yeah, I said that Jack shit You ain't got a dime dog, you tried it, that's rat shit Stab you in the back shit, ratchet My style is impeccable and nobody could match it I'm Bruce Wayne terrorizing Gotham, I'm bat shit I'm Kim Kardashian with a hatchet Constantly reshaping this body of work, I'm an introvert Wonder why I smoke dope, no wonder why I can't cope Far from evil, I'm kinda like Spike Spiegel, a cowboy paper retreival Bitches jumping to conclusions like Evil Knievel Best believe you, bitch, I'll leave you (Stranded) Try to dab me up left-handed I'll leave you defeated and amputated 'til the blood coagulated I force the crowd to throw they hands up like cannibals My God, what a fuckin' animal Sicker than giving brain to Hannibal Lecter You come correct but I come correct-er Food for thought, but I hold the lecture Ayo, I kill the pussy, yeah I make sehctib cremate I'm an original screenplay in a world full of remakes I record my shit the first time, you need more than three takes Lyrically I'm undefined on this fuckin' beat tape (My God) Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break Break it down Break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break-break Break it down コンフェシャンス オブ デンジャラスマインド ご参加いただきありがとうございました。 最高だったでしょう！？ 楽しんでいただけたことを願っています。 もし、ロジックをお気に召さないのであれば 耳を塞ぐか、帰っていただいて結構。 でもそんなあなたは、本当はロジックを愛してやまないんでしょう。 毎日、彼の行動が気になって仕方ないはず。 おそらく、あなたは気付かないうちに虜になってしまったのね。 世界中で聴いてる、Rattpack のみんな！ 私たちは共に歴史を刻んできた。 いつもあなたたちを愛し、感謝しています。 Marylandから日本へ愛を込めて Rattpack, motherfucker Arigato Rattpack, motherfuckerだって... きゃー!