Lyrical Breakdown of Slave II - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Slave II" 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 "Slave II" 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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East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows Everyone knows, everyone knows East side, west side, we ride, we die, everyone knows Everyone knows, everyone knows Tell me what you know about forty days, forty nights, no lights, all for this Tell me what you know about sleeping outside, no ride in the wintertime all for this Tell me what you know about commas in the bank Lookin' in the mirror, yeah, I did all of this Ex you out, get solved with this, everybody know I I'm a slave I'm a slave You a slave (yeah) You a slave (alright) I'm a slave for this shit I'm a slave (yeah) You a slave (alright) I'm a slave You got to slave for this shit Walk inside of Def Jam Step on the president table and dap 'em up with the left hand 'Cause I'm countin' money with the right In a different city every night And I'm sellin' records like it's white It's another day, another flight Paris in the morning, what elegant night What a beautiful sight Now tell me who be fuckin' with me, alright? Everybody know I'm livin' this life Everyone know that I got the baddest wife This shit right here, everybody gonna like Hold up, I know, I know what I like Tell me why everybody in the pipe 'Cause I'm the only one doin' it right I'm a Rap Genius like Rob Markman Spent a couple of million on my new apartment Down in Manhattan, that's a multi-million dollar view And I got it from rappin' Damn near everyone nabbin' on the boy, heh, shit I'm not a mad rapper, but what? I'm angrier than Kanye Angrier than Kanye when he talkin' about clothes That's a fashion line And my last album went number one So what that mean? I did better than you, you, you Sold way more than that pop bitch And I dare Def Jam to drop this I just drop hits Check the Instagram fam I got fifty-thousand people in the crowd, singin' out loud Every word, that's every lyric You can hate, shit, just stop actin' like you don't hear it This shit right here for the party That album that comin', that's shit for the spirit, woo Five-oh triple oh