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

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Black Folk" 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 Folk" 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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Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake Get the fuck up out my face, what you say? Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted Living like I'm 'posed to, yeah I'ma fuck up like I'm 'posed to, yeah Who knew failure make you better? (Better) My adversities done turned me to a killer (Uh) Sabotage, uh, men who washed, uh, give me cars Hundred whores (Uh), gimme yours (Uh), back and forth Fast life, got the rock mane, it's a ball game Copped chain, get a Benzo, it's a black thang Court case, nigga shell case, it's a heat wave Done for, took the whole flow, no need for encore I run this, I rather gun shit, or hit the function I'm basic, don't wanna chase it, my talent wasted I know this, somehow I lost it, the way I fold it The black mind is where it started 'cause we was chosen The water is where we crossed it and got to building With dreaming but lost the feeling, we stopped believing And uh Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted You ain't talkin' 'bout no bread or no guap or no fetti or no cake Get the fuck up out my face, what you say? Wasted, wasted, wasted, wasted (Ooh ooh), wasted, wasted When I got it, it was great 'Til you know, then you start to hate You know a fake nigga, his favorite words is "he fake" Talking 'bout I'll pay you back, bitch, do that with your down payment All that damn hating, I'm better at love making Tryna stay positive out of negative energy Nigga don't play with me You must think my loyalty slavery, uh Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted Wasted, wasted