Lyrical Breakdown of Midnight - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Midnight" 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 "Midnight" 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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Everybody know I be Everybody know I be (yeah) Yeah Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Ayy, goddamn these bitches is thirsty They see a rapper but they ignore the band I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians you stupid bitch Talkin' about what's on my hand Bitch I been addin' it for a minute This all been a part of my plan Sold millions of records before the radio Damn, it feel good to be the man Ayy, everybody know I be, in the club VIP (Sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Goddamn these bitches is thirsty They see a rapper but they ignore the band I ain't talkin' 'bout musicians you stupid bitch Talkin' about what's on my hand Bitch I been addin' it for a minute This all been a part of my plan Sold millions of records before the radio Damn, it feel good to be the man Everybody know I be, in the club VIP (sike not me) Old girl wanna fuck me, yeah she fine I'ma give her that D Out with the homies, I be Sippin' on somethin', oh shit, I might need an IV Permanently, permanently Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that No, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that The illest that bring it the realest Bitch, I came to kill this They can never bear me just the homies and me Now we the Grammy family You made a couple million, that's it, it's gross My net is 30, my record clean, my flow is dirty Right, real G's move in silence like Who the common denominator? Fuck around and bomb a hater My flow greater, heart darker than Darth Vader Check the data, matter of fact check the state of mind After I'm finished, these rappers ain't in a state to rhyme Straight to your mind now Feel this shit like it's some Braille Way too heavy for the scale All I know about is bars like I couldn't make the bail It ain't never room to fail Only growing and prevail When my anxiety rise and I feel like I'm in hell Take a moment and inhale Count to five then exhale Then we run that motherfucker like a marathon Hits, motherfucker, hits, yeah we 'bout that Barry Bonds Brace yourself, you can't retain me All that shit you talkin' out your mouth just won't sustain me Logic pickin' up the slack like denim Spit it with venom Never pretend to be somethin' that I'm not And you ain't shit when you stand next to me No kiddin' like vasectomy Step to me, throw disrespect to me and I'll rearrange your trajectory Black and white like a piano and I am proud to be And fuck whoever tell me that I'm not allowed to be I am me, I'm a man Can I live? Goddamn Yeah, I guess this shit right here is just all a part of the plan Haters gon' hate, that's the motherfuckin' sayin' So much plaque on my wall I need a dentist From Maryland to Venice, this shit is worldwide Step up to the mic and it's a homicide Oh no Bobby, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that No, don't do 'em like that You gon' fuck around and leave 'em ruined like that RattPack the gang, they all on my back RattPack the gang, we do it like that