Lyrical Breakdown of Black THougHts - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Our experience to where we have parents in our lives that were showing us everything, like didn't nobody walk us, our hand and show love like you do this and don't do that. It wasn't like that coming up in our mothafuckin' community. We grew up off of cigarillos... we grew up off of second row, acting like them. A worldwide blade, a real strength... Yeah that's on the regular Smokin' the gas on the regular, man Word Sippin' on Hen, that's the regular Pissy sofas, sharin' food with roaches I'm gangsta, Crip, my poppa was a bitch Left me where hopeless don't exist And every neighbor got a fence With bars and windows, my mom slavin' for the rent Throwin' dices, GT dyno pool Where you hang we shootin' You slip, we stiffin' Creative Crippin' Bitches stoppin' traffic This the type of shit that make the MAC a classic Reason I'm a pussy magnet She learned to carry package Been the best at rappin', uh Am I this Vegas? Your favorite rapper broke, he don't get this paper But claim he got a kilo, he born in '93 though He tryna fool the people Maaaaaan The joke's on you, mothafucka The loc is on you, mothafucka I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Ain't nothin' changed but the change Let's put our brains away from gangs Crips and Bloods the old and new slaves Shit we even changed our names Trying something, new shame while we bang But yo, y'all ain't hearin' me My homie facin' life, told me that my pride my biggest enemy But... you keep your eyes in that dark Your mind, it greys your heart I wrote these rhymes days apart Most of us caught before we can expand our thoughts How your grandmother see your corpse? How your big homie make your life a book? Left you for dead cause he ain't need you, right But I'm gon' fade him, right Let's put the rags down and raise our kids Let's put the guns down and blaze a spliff Let's do it now, ain't no buts or ifs It took a Blood to get me Pringle chips You can learn to fly or take the ladder Real nigga shit, all lives matter, both sides Man The joke's on you, mothafucka The loc is on you, mothafucka I warned you, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma Black thoughts and marijuana, it's karma