Lyrical Breakdown of MOJO JOJO - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MOJO JOJO" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Playboi Carti weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "MOJO JOJO" 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 Playboi Carti 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 Playboi Carti's narrative.
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Ayy, Carti, I need that Back to the Future Carti
I need that four Alien, Carti
I need that beep, beep, beep, beep
Extra-terrestrial Carti, you know
Hmm
Just like that, Carti, you know
Hmm
Just like that, Cart—
Ooh, back in high school, I was wearin' Polo (I was wearin’ Polo)
Had a white bitch like Julz, but she ain't a model (But she a what?)
I'm smashin’ on all the hoes, Mojo Jojo (Mojo Jojo)
You play with that motherfuckin' fire, we go loco (We go dummy)
I can't believe my eyes, so I wear a Go-Pro (So I went Go-Pro)
Uh, I'm on 25, fuck the po-po (Fuck 'em, fuck 'em)
I told you, lil' baby, I'm ready, I’m on go-go (I’m on go)
Try to play with my top, I'll hit your soul (Brrt, brrt, bee, bee, bee, let’s get it)
Sticks out the window, woah (Like woah)
My arm out the window, ho (You ho)
Swaggin' like Winslow, woah (You ho)
Baby, your winds gettin' low (Get low)
She's a different breed (Breed), made her my favorite ho (Bitch)
I got a house everywhere (Huh, huh), but I ain’t got a favorite home (Five homes)
Changin' my moods all day (All day), and still tryna find my zone (My zone)
Still tryna find my home (My home), they still tryna steal my tone (My tone)
Still tryna steal my bitches (Bitch), they still tryna steal my clothes (Say what?)
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (Huh)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Huh)
Flash out, uh, oh my God, he a goon (Huh)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Oh my God, he a—)
Stop callin' my phone like you know me (Bitch, stop calling me)
Uh, ice on my neck, two hundred thirty (Brrt)
On my own pace, not a hurry (No rush, you ho)
She a home team type vibe (Hmm), tell the bitch come and hurry (Hurry)
Ride the dick like a Harley (Harley), rockstar Makaveli (Skrrt)
Bad bitch, I make her jerk me (What?)
Fuck it, I'm goin' three for three
Stella the Coco iced tea
Bitch, I'm rich as fuck, uh, that's why everybody being nice to me (Hi, hi)
You can get next (What?), you can get blessed, huh (Brrt)
Let me check somethin' (Let's get it), let me shake somethin' (Let's get it)
You can get next (What?), you can get blessed, huh (Brrt)
Let me check somethin' (Let's get it), let me shake somethin'
I been like this, woah, since I was in the womb (Huh, huh, huh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Uh, hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey)
I been like this, since I was in the womb (Huh, huh, huh, hey)
Flash out, oh my god, he a goon (Uh, hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey, uh, hey)
Flash out, oh my God, he a goon (Hey)