Lyrical Breakdown of Wrist - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Wrist" 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 "Wrist" 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've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that Killin' this, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've killin' this shit Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've flickin' that wrist Flickin' that, feelin', flickin' that wrist Let me tell you 'bout the young man Matter of fact, I'ma let Push tell that Tell you 'bout the old man Had a change of heart and then fell back Old man lived a long life Walked around with a long knife You ain't cut the white like Jesus That Colombiana, that's me and models like (YUGH) Look at the flick of that wrist I'm feelin' like Leonardo Let me paint a picture, I might need a bottle On the road to success like I feel the throttle That Michaelangelo, hundreds in the envelope Tight shit when I write shit And that old man had a change of heart Wrist, they knew it back from the start like goddamn Looked around, seen his wife on the ground Military bussin' bullets all over the whole compound Soon as he seen it, I swear it, I mean it, my members go quicker than vamonos He dead, she dead, he in jail Everyone fallin' like dominoes Yeah I've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that Killin' this, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've killin' this shit Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've flickin' that wrist Flickin' that, feelin', flickin' that wrist Simple Logic Clockwise, counterclockwise Realest nigga in the top five Other four ain't rap niggas I'm just reppin' for the blow side Yeah, that's coastlines Panama for the boat rides Worth billions, and we ain't even need Showtime Just money counters and kitchenwear Condo with a bitch in there Two scales and baggies, we got rich in there Woo! The Rollie's been the trophy Since Hawaiian Sophie Curry over Kobe, we shootin' niggas Splash brothers with the coca Add in baking soda Goodfellas to my niggas (Yeah) already owed us Shades of blue, I aim at you Let the sky fall, let it rain on you Yeah I've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been killin' this shit Yeah I've been hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've been flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been cookin' that shit, now they fuckin' with this Yeah I've been, yeah I've been killin' this, killin' this shit Yeah I've been flickin' that, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've been killin' this, cookin' that Killin' this, flickin' that wrist Yeah I've killin' this shit Yeah I've hard in the paint, not a single assist Yeah I've flickin' that wrist Flickin' that, feelin', flickin' that wrist