Lyrical Breakdown of Black Bush - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Bush" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Mac Miller weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Black Bush" 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 Mac Miller 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 Mac Miller's narrative.
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Tell me what reality is, all of ya'll back on my dick
Whoa, woah, I don't get mad about shit
Did you see that ass on that bitch
No, woah, no I'm not waiting in line
Got a little paper that's fine
Whoa, woah, find it hard to make up my mind
All of ya'll hate when I shine
Whoa, woah...
Ladies and gentlemen
This is a revolution
On that black bush, smoke a bunch of Backwoods
My mind numb, I'm high as high kong
I'm somewhat of a fuck up, put it in her guts 'till the cum bust
Combustion, at the function, drunk and acting as prophets would
When Pac rocked with Suges, smoking blunts at Hollywood
I was a youngin' who didn't know shit 'bout nothing
Now I'm 21 and I feel like I'm on to something
Getting emphysema, madder than Ebenezer
I'm a king bitch, (I get a seizure)
Pulling uranium from Mesopotamian rivers
I need a bitch that let me fuck and make me some dinner
God made me a sinner, following protocol
Overall, I'm fucking bitches and there's coke involved
Watching Carl Sagan, wishing I could talk Jamaican
I'm waiting, be prepared for invasion
Tell me what reality is, all of ya'll back on my dick
Whoa, woah, I don't get mad about shit
Did you see that ass on that bitch
No, woah, no I'm not waiting in line
Got a little paper that's fine
Whoa, woah, find it hard to make up my mind
All of ya'll hate when I shine
Whoa, woah...
I blow a kiss to the Jehovah's Witness
Fuck a corporation, I support local business
And this one goes out to all the hoes and bitches
My homies told me better know your limits
I'm so efficient, ultra dishing with dope prevision
We smoking if we here, homie don't need no permission
Variation of avian in the atrium
Waiting for nature's rain to shower ya'll with some sense
Shit, life gets realer, then the press kits
Special like Ed is, someone call a medic
'Cause I lost my mind, I'm off the Richter scale
Don't you worry yourself, baby this is hell
Product of a witches spell, rappers all Chippendales
I'm getting money now, expensive ginger ale
Sip the whiskey with a bitch named Lewinsky
Told her give me head and tell everybody