Lyrical Breakdown of Mission Control - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Mission Control" 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 "Mission Control" 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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Now, now, yeah, yeah (whoo) Let's fucking go (now, now) Come on (ah, ah) Yeah Y-y-y-y-y-yeah, yeah, ayo, ayo (now) Uh, open up the rhyme book and read the composition I can truly give a fuck about the competition I'm in another atmosphere, I'm on another mission Yeah, you know that boy Logic put pen to page like a petition (ha) You a bitch, always switching up your whole position I can see it in your face like an esthetician Food for thought, this the highest caliber nutrition Everything come out my mouth, that's my own cognition (now) I got out the hood, then got money in addition I remember when that boy ain't had no pot to piss in They wouldn't let me in, so I never asked permission Tour is like a war, I'm getting minimum fought, no permission (oh) Uh, hit the ignition and peep the emission Self-medicate like a clinician, more than a musician My flow rare like a first edition Report for dismission, everything I ever thought of, it came to fruition, ha King of the transition We never switchin', peep the acquisition, no omission Your lyrics drier than the prohibition, prepare for collision I'm higher than the satellite that's on an orbiting mission I remember we didn't have any permission (no permission) Never forget we on a motherfuckin' mission (we on a mission) I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (they ain't listen) Now we cookin', we ain't even in the fucking kitchen (what we cookin'?) I remember we didn't have any permission (no permission) Never forget we on a motherfuckin' mission (we on a mission) I remember that they didn't even wanna listen (they ain't listen) Now we cookin', we ain't even in the fucking kitchen (what we cookin'?) Now Now What (y-y-y-yeah) Brr, Gucci