Lyrical Breakdown of untitled - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "untitled" 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 "untitled" 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
Yeah, just keep it going, man
You good
We all going to come in together like this, here we go (Ayy, yo)
Rapping just to rap, what the fuck happened to that?
Mainstream took a hold of my soul, but I made it back
Bringin' it back to the roots on some Dat's Dat
I've rhymed for the love of it, this right here is my covenant
Since I was a youngin' eatin' cheese from the government
Come on now, no matter where you at up in the world we on now
Me and my dogs do it different, yeah, that's on the pound
If you want to know what we on right now listen to the sound
Uh, listen to the sound
I said I've paid my dues and stayed cool since grade school
Yeah, you know we bringin' that heat like AU
Back in the day in G'Burg I was wonderin' wagwan
Tryna make it out I was a fish in a small pond
My word is bond, we had somethin' going on
I played all the parties and sang the la-di-da-dis
I've picked up the mic and serenaded the hotties
I drove the Impalas with cats that's had bodies
I hit the studio, you know I left the track bodied
I do this shit right here for me, myself and nobody
Me and my family rollin' deep like Gotti
Word to John, oh, you know we got it going on
I'm a silver tongue motherfucker but it never gone
It goes on and on and on and on and on
In the studio 'til like five in the mornin'
Rappin 'til the sun comes up and it's the dawn
While my homies smokin' more grass than acres on my lawn
Put on your good clothes, it's showtime at the Apollo
Shut the fuck up and get to the point like a hollow
I need the microphone like thirsty bitches need the follow
I get the pussy wetter than mahalo-halo, ho!
Aw yeah, you know I'm going beast mode
These other rappers kiddin' themselves, in vitro
It's no contest, steppin' to me it's time to rest
I'm beyond blessed, greatest MC put it to rest, what, yeah