Lyrical Breakdown of The Dream - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Dream" 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 "The Dream" 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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Uh uh uh, yeah, V's up motherfucker what it is
Visionary we're takin over the whole biz
All over your city like we in the blow biz
Never go hollywood even though we in show biz
Baby girl, I just wanna give it to you like you never had it
When it comes to music I'm an addict
A killer, ain't none other iller for realler that's word to Dilla
Rest in peace the best with beats
And I'm 'bout to bring the heat like 5-O
Cutting records when I'm out in cabo
Logic got more verses than the bible
I'm liable to murder anybody that pretend to be a contender
There's no better than us, the second we bust their guts, you'll thrust but we get it in
Cutting records like a dividend, you can kill me but my music it will live again
Rattpack, six months on the track
GRVTY on the visual, so you know its a rap
I murder, bringing shit that you ain't never heard of
I'm goin in raw no contraception, Red Dead Redemption, no need to mention
Imma, murder the beat, homie word on the street, you a bitch
I plan to get rich cause my mix tape sound like an album, your mix tape sound like shit
I don't give a damn, I am not cocky
I am balboa even when the road is rocky
Chillin at MOCO, ya you know I gotta go, west deer park where I started ten years ago
Every time I see a hata they wanna get physical
Why? Cause when a girl see me we get physical
When it comes to women, I'm a mac you're a dell
Pick up the mic and I shall prevail
When the tide is high and the lights are low, you feel like there's no where to go
And when the stars align and the sky explodes, i'll be there, of this I know