Lyrical Breakdown of Yuck - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Yuck" 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 "Yuck" 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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My name is Paul Rothenberg, attorney at law And I hereby ratify and confirm that Logic is motherfucking paid Can't nothing stop me, I'm on a roll Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex I don't trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!) I don't trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll Fuck with me now or you'll never know (never know!) If you weren't with me, in the beginning, you get no love My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!) Logic ain't here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe Hold bring it back, uh, I'ma call you back, uh Too busy countin' stacks, uh, pickin' up the slack (slack!) I was born in the trap (trap!), chains on, cooked crack Logic never wanna flex, but Bobby finna bring the facts Put my city on the map, fuck with the gang, get attacked It ain't a thing, RattPack, nobody know about that Bitch, I been gunnin', comin' for the throne and I know that they talking, can't fuck with the tone Talkin' shit 'bout Logic, I never respond I'll let success talk, 'cause a word of advice More achievements for yourself and less talk Cats beef with Logic, yeah, they prayin' I respond If I ever did, I dead you in this game with no respawn Peace, Love, and Positivity that's all I want with you But you push the issue 'cause I give you more press than your publicist could ever get you Hell nah, fuck rap, fuck beef, anyone that hate me, I wish you success I wish you look in the mirror and ask yourself why you surpressed The feelings of self-hatred that you wan' project on me Bet if I never picked up the mic then we might be homies But you jealous, you look at my life and you feel envy Constantly comparing yourself to me and feel empty Most people that don't fuck with me ain't ever shook my hand I'm a good man, yeah, I love myself I know who I am, yeah, I love myself They don't understand, but no matter what happen you know that Can't nothing stop me, I'm on a roll (I'm on a roll) Always on time 'cause my eyes is on my Rollie-olex I don't trust nobody, oh no (no, no, no!) I don't trust nobody, put my homies on the payroll Fuck with me now or you'll never know (never know!) If you weren't with me in the beginning you get no love My name Bobby Tarantino (Tarantino!) Logic ain't here right now, leave a message if you want, hoe Hi! It's uh–Logic, hi, sorry, it's Elton John calling you, um I hope you don't mind me getting you on your mobile Or not getting on your mobile, but I was just, uh Congratulating you, first of all, on your performance at the Grammys and then I was asking you I was gonna ask you if you'd like to do something for me And I will ring you back later and see, and talk about it, thanks!