Lyrical Breakdown of Birds - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Birds" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Migos weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Birds" 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 Migos 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 Migos's narrative.

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Ayy, Twaun, turn that beat up (Migo) what's up, Pablo? What poppin'? (Woo) You got the birds? D-low? I need 'em, I want it Had a dream that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (no way, go) I'm too fly, I spread my wings, and I'm soarin' (brr) Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird (woo) (I got 'em, who need 'em, brr) b-birds (C-come on, right now) b-b-birds (Come on, come on, just get 'em right now, brr-brr) birds (Quavo, gone) Just hit my phone if you want a bird (rrr) My niggas out right now on the curb (serve) You can get a re-rock, you can get a whole serve (serve) We locked, and now I can front you, young nigga that's my word (word) Walk in the bando, look at all them birds (birds) Bando get low, re-up on the birds (birds) Got shooters on pronto, don't got no undo (rrah) At the age of 17, I hit my first kick door (kick door) Just me and Willie Macc, Offset, shoutout Domingo (Domingo) Then 12 tried to get me for gang activity (Migo) The judge dropped the charge and I thank Lord (thank you) That's why I take this mic and I go hard (go, gone) Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (no way, go) I'm too fly, I spread my wings, and I'm soarin' (brrr) Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird (woo) (I got 'em, who need 'em, brr) b-birds (C-come on, right now) b-b-birds (Come on, come on, just get 'em right now, brr-brr) birds (Offset, rrr-gone) Just got the word (hello), just got the birds (brr) Shabba Ranks gold, only kick it with Ferg You thought 'bout finessin' me? Run off with a bird (ha-ha) You gotta be kiddin' me, Charles Barkley, I got that broccoli Fuckin' these bitches, committin' adultery, trap full of babies like an elementary Bando with burglar bars (bando), plugged in with Italian mobs (plugged) Don't never put trust in a broad (no), I'm puttin' my trust up in God I got birds, I got chickens, I got seagulls (brr), so many birds My gun is an eagle (grrah), when I talk birds (huh?) I'm talkin' a kilo (kilo) Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (no way, go) I'm too fly, I spread my wings, and I'm soarin' (brr) Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird (woo) (I got 'em, who need 'em, brr) b-birds (C-come on, right now) b-b-birds (Come on, come on, just get 'em right now, brr-brr) birds (Takeoff, rrr-gone) The plug just hit my phone for some Funyuns, want an onion (gas) Exotic crocodile skin Martens, call me Dundee (ooh) Tito want a brick, Chico gotta cross the country (white) Carlito for a hunnid, gave a 50 to my mama I'm an OG in my hood, no Aretha, well respected Toucan Sam pigeons, call me Ace Ventura, Pet Detective I see falcons on a daily basis, Takeoff, Arthur Blank Whippin' chickens in the kitchen, trap smell like a septic tank Black and gold everythin', talkin' 'bout jewelry, not the Saints I don't need no translator, I comprehend in a way My plug Carlito, he can't speak no Englo, all he know is, "Andale" (huh?) I got bandos for the L-O, state-to-state, no real estate (damn) Had this dream that I woke up in a 'Rari (skrrt, skrrt, skrrt) Can't fuck with you niggas, I'm sorry (no way, go) I'm too fly, I spread my wings, and I'm soarin' (brr) Used to trap them birds, now I'm fly like a bird (woo) (I got 'em, who need 'em, brr) b-birds (C-come on, right now) b-b-birds (Come on, come on, just get 'em right now, brr-brr) birds (Gone)