Lyrical Breakdown of Tyra - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Tyra" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Rapsody weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Tyra" 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 Rapsody 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 Rapsody's narrative.
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Damn, I'm stunnin' (Fine to the bone)
Sweet like honey (He fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (She fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (We fine to the bone)
Damn, I'm stunnin' (I'm fine to the bone)
Sweet like honey (I'm fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (We fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin'
Fine to the gristle, boy, I could make a blind man whistle (Woo)
Got too much love for you to ever have a issue (Uh huh)
Drippin' so hard think I baptized wit Episcopals
Walk the runway and I run away from pistols (Run)
Workin' on my unity, ain't no need to diss you (Yeah)
Just yet, but send a threat, know I'm the bomb and the missile (Uh-huh)
Black woman on ya arm worth more than arms full of crystals (That's real)
Say the truth hurt, gotta keep a barn full of tissues (Uh)
Miseducation visuals, it ain't a thing to be invisible (It ain't a thing)
World tryna make us all models of a criminal (Yeah)
Multiply, move better, together when it's ten of you (True)
Gang gang, ain't nothin' changed, always keep it trill wit' you (I'm fine to the bone)
Damn, I'm stunnin' (I'm fine to the bone)
Sweet like honey (He fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (We fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (Fine to the bone)
Damn, I'm stunnin' (We fine to the bone)
Sweet like honey (He fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (She fine to the bone)
Walk through lookin' like somethin' (Uh, I'm fine to the bone)
Uh, skin dipped in cocoa (Cocoa), black designer logo (Logo)
My president still four-four, take note, Beyoncé solos (Yeah)
Hold those 'til we moguls, lift every voice for the po' folk (Po' folk)
More black-owned hair stores, revolutionary, Castro
Hero wit' no mask, yo, feel like the Black Panther cast (Uh-huh)
Or Tiger on the last hole, I ain't nowhere near my last goal (Goals)
You looking at a winner, remember, I ain't never had dough (Never)
But I walk like I got it, 'cause my blood mixed with black gold
Misty Copeland ten toes dancin' around the odds (Right)
Said I'd never make it, park the Audi in the garage (Vroom)
Model of success, don't change, be who you are (Yeah)
Don't matter who I'm addressing, it's cut from the same cloth (Real)
I'm here for a different cause, we seldom receive applause (Seldom)
Never receive awards (Yeah, yeah) if we ain't modelling something name (Right)
Fendi, Gucci, Dior (Uh-huh), women like me ignored
But it's aight, though, outsiders never change what's in store (Woo)