Lyrical Breakdown of Blind Threats - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blind Threats" 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 "Blind Threats" 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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Right, uh, same shit every day, homie Lord, please forgive me for all my sins Yeah, nigga wake up to the same shit every day, homie Walking in the valley of the shadow of death, no rules, right Washing my sins off in hell's water Feel like the Bible told me lies as I pray to 'em Kneel down, put my faith in 'em, will you answer me? But if God won't help me, this gun will I swear I'm gon' find my way Uh, four corners Cat and mouse chase, got cheese to catch High on on some drug, I'm Space Cadet Dreaming I don't live up on the block no more Trapping, trying to make it out this obstacle Life on the edge, hell a block away Pretty Snow White turned eight today Selling that base, no Dr. Dre Uh, guess who in the building? Bucket hat with a strap like a pilgrim Uh, kneeling down with some questions to address like Why the ones who commit the worst sins live the best? The Ten Commandments, I can mark five checks But I sense flaws, the Bible preaching blind threats Streets held me down, got faith in a Pyrex Faith in a four-five, I call it the clarinet Sewer full of drugs when the toilet digests From the cop raid, all can relate from the streets To the wall from niggas to compadres When the sun go down, I'm predicting a heatwave Forecast your whole body, heat on, room full of homies I just pray that the Lord got me But if God won't help me, this gun will I swear I'm gon' find my way Mic check, mic check, mic check La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low But if God won't help me, this gun will I swear I'm gon' find my way Aim that, shoot that, pledge allegiance Kill mine, kill yours, make it even Soul need saving, Mr. Preacher I know I only come around when it's Easter Funerals, Thanksgiving, Christmas time When I'm in jail or when my card declined Uh, will you answer me? Take me out of hell and make plans for me? Misery loves company, ain't a surprise It was just me and my niggas, we was trying to survive But we would never make it out alive Should we living to die, oxymoron Hope to get to heaven 'til that day arrive Running through the ally, hope the bullet don't collide Car window shattered, glass on my right side Dogs bark in the backyard, root for me Out of shape belly, courtesy of 40 Spoiled only child, baby boy Jody Same jacket on from back in the day Praying that the Lord come and take me away But if God won't help me, this gun will I swear I'm gon' find my way Mic check, mic check, mic check La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low La-la, la-la, low-low, la-la, la-la, low But if God won't help me, this gun will I swear I'm gon' find my way It go tuna fish sandwiches bread, dry snaking Black Lincoln, burgundy Mac, I clap a king-pin Caught me in the airport gust that I was thinking On how to stay rich and get bills with my acquaintances Yeah, money is the issue, I diss you It's no problem at all, yo, the bunch on the pistol Cause I'm a suitcase king Cooling at the gambling spot with a screwed face grin New Beige Bent, we stay winning, play it again, yo Put the bone in your jaw, now say it again Round knife, fork, under the tents, coming to rents Get out the way or let the shotty dispense Revenge killers who make the events iller This is more realer, snatch you right up out of the Benz The Wu wheelers who huddle up, coupes knows the truth You know the whoopty-whoop, solo or group, I kill niggas