Lyrical Breakdown of TorcH - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "TorcH" 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 "TorcH" 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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Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face Blank face, blank face, blank face, blank face Blank face, blank face I'll trade the noise for a piece of divine Uh! This that "Fuck the blogs" The afterbell, we hang in halls Underage, smokin' weed and alcohol Grandma sweeped shells out the driveway One of the homies got slayed so we bang at the King parade I can take you spots where gangsters walk The real damus and locs, Boyz N the Hood wasn't even close Where the girls' kitten show, hit the dope and the pussy soaked Now she get you for your change, Captain Save-A-Hoe, mane I ain't been right since out the cervix I know a M can make it perfect It came through more than the one I worship You I never lie, the truth be told, the dope, it gettin' sold He got the runny nose Summertime, we don't trust niggas in winter clothes I swear the hood low, as the burner get rolls I follow the city codes My money short Missin' the days of honey oats Dollar bills in mama's coat Cartoons and bubble soap This be the realest shit I wrote This be that ride that hunnid spoke Red and blue from head to toe Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? You see them mothafuckin' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my mothafuckin' eyes Look at my eyes, look at my block Look at my shit, cold Bustin' these nines, true to my life Word to my pen so Take what you want, get what you like Open that window That shit raw Ain't it? That shit raw Look through my mothafuckin' eyes Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple dares, that is fine This shit from 'round the back house More baggies bagged and that roach In granny's plastic suede couch Best play cat and that mouse A minor pitchin' in major Stay servin' dope but we cater Take you back to my sega Slammin' bones on that table Runnin' errands for grams, the paramedics at Tam's Forced to grow to a man Before L.A. had them Rams Went to school for the bitches, where scorin' drugs was the goal Lungs black as a crow, got banned from every hood store My haters came for the better and money came for the loads Concrete where we rose, you wasn't built from this mold Fucked up the game with many flow I've been a loc since Henry O I'm ten toes, you movie role I do this shit for lifers way before Jehri curls, cut Dickies and sherm smoke Got so many bodies the world knows, shit Don't worry 'bout no witness, your homies go under oath But our dreams were big, homie The world done flipped on me, took my soul then clicked on me Who needs a mothafuckin' friend? You see them mothafuckin' rims Met the devil in disguise Look through my mothafuckin' eyes Look at my eyes, look at my block Look at my shit, cold Bustin' these nines, true to my life Word to my pen so Take what you want, get what you like Open that window That shit raw Ain't it? That shit raw Look through my mothafuckin' eyes Vision impaired by the high No cares on my mind Couple dares, that is fine My picture was in full frame But my vision had distort My memory is okay But my feelings on point I could be here all day if you let me go, go, go, go Oh lord! You don't know the half of what I had to hold, hold, hold, hold No lord! I see faces at my window My patience growin' short I had no one to lend on That's why that chip is so cold Kinda like the cool king on my fallen bros Oh lord! Guess that's my curtain call, my last go Ain't this shit what you wanted to see? Ain't this shit what you wanted to see?