Lyrical Breakdown of Not a Game - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Not a Game" 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 "Not a Game" 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, I need it, yeah (ah) I need it, yeah (ah) I need it, yeah (ah) I need it, yeah (ah, I need it) I need it, yeah (ah, I need it) I need it, yeah (ah, I need it) I need it, yeah (ah, I need it) I need it, yeah (uh, uh, ah) Come on, baby, now come on, give me the money Give a damn what they talking, ain't nobody ripping it from me Never crummy, I prefer the flower, never the gummy I'm getting high by day, getting high by night If you talking wild, then go on, get the fuck out my sight How does it feel to make real music, baby? You know I got an addiction to making the music, baby I'm hoping to use it, baby, my mind, I'ma lose it, baby In the back of the Mercedes, I'm getting zooted, baby Come on now, come on now, catch me on my YouTube wilding out More relevant than you ever been, you crying about Shit that can't be done, hating, it can't be fun I'm part of the Pantheon I feel like Dilla when he was doing the drums for "Runnin'" in the pocket Now I'ma son 'em if they throwing shade, it's above your pay grade Been killing it, ripping it since I was in the eighth grade Rhymes and making beats, man, what a beautiful trade, do this every day (yeah) Everybody that want it don't really want it, okay Like a bitch that you wanted, but she don't give you no play Hold up, wait a minute, I'm feeling infinite Hold up, wait a minute, I'm feeling infinite The gain, the pain, the search for what's to gain The picture that I've been tryna paint in the frame You and me is the furthest thing from one in the same, you fucking lame I used to be a slave, I was playing the field Now, I'm just playing the game but really, it's not a game It's time (I need it, yeah), it's time (I need it, yeah) Really, it's not a game It's time for the game to change (I need it, yeah) Really, it's not a (I need it, yeah) It's time for (I need it, yeah) The game to change (I need it, yeah) Ooh (I need it, yeah) I left my feelings in the fire They won't believe me 'less I'm crying Thought keeping busy might just solve it all It's time for the game to change I'm playing different now I'm older Won't gamble for the thrill, it's over New life is bringing me a different joy It's time for the game to change Ay, Thomas, what up? Let's jump on the neural path I'm bored as hell and trying to kill some aliens