Lyrical Breakdown of Porta One - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Porta One" 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 "Porta One" 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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(Funkmaster Flex) Oh, we gotta put the fuckin' camera on that joint (Funkmaster Flex) Let it spin around, see the room (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) We should literally put that shit right here and just let it spin (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) Around the room, you know what I mean? (Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) But, anyways Yo, I come rough, tough like an elephant tusk I'm that motherfucker Tarantino, dawn 'til dusk Hit the homie Mac Demarco, like "What up, my man?" I need some raw shit and he recommended the Tascam I'm talkin' hip-hop shit straight to tape He did the Salad Days demos on it and it sounded great Any real musician listenin' can relate I feel like the RZA recording in '88 Prince Rakim, I fuckin' blow like Hiroshim' I'm on the scene, never flippin' scripts like a pharmacist I am quite the opposite, talk shit, get hit quick Give a fuck what you talkin' 'bout, y'all can suck my dick (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) This that DOOM shit, J. Dilla, Madlib, MadGic comin' soon, shit (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) I get the pussy wetter than a monsoon hit, y'all Ayo, ayo, y'all play games, more cap, I don't cap (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) I do this for the love of hip-hop, I don't rap Open up your chest like EMS light (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) Who the best? Don't give a fuck but don't test my mic It's Logic (bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) (Bring the motherfuckin' ruckus) Haha, hey, yo, yo, I rips it hardcore like porno flick bitches Classic like turntables, beatbox and floppy diskettes A young Tom Cruise is with me and we're risky business I delivered more gifts to game than a thousand Christmases Pssht, like a yellow jacket, teamed with those metal ratchets Spin your head back like DJ Scratch about to scratch it Smack the fader, the rappers saber swings, decapitates you Leave your couch stained like Jheri curl activator Soul Glo, Soul Train, voice blow like Coltrane Boomerang back to the track, push your hair back You need more than Rogaine, no pain, no game Like Patti LaBelle say, but me and Logic, it's no thing Vinyl Days, Vinyl Days, leave your mind astray Even with application maps, they can't find the way Back to pure hip-hop tracks, Marley Marl, Biz Markie BDP, Eric B., Kool G Rap, and Large B, please, ha