Lyrical Breakdown of Cycle - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Cycle" 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 "Cycle" 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.
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Hood on, shoot till they drop nigga
We'll be waiting for you
'round the corner nigga
Only 12 and a half and
Already ducking them jabs
Fighting back, just hoping that he last
He on his ass
Huffing and puffing, getting tagged
See what this nigga feel
Would only make them niggas laugh
He felt the discomfort
Ain't trust them right away
Saw the devil in they eyes
His homie looking straight
But something was different in him
Not the same from yesterday, shit
His whole demeanor changed, even
His smile was strange, his childhood
Never came, but dude was always gutter
He got it from his brother
From his brother from his brother
Brought pain onto his mother
Once was elementary homies but now
We attack each other
Shit set love aside, took his pride
Shit he had to ride
Threw on his hood and then he fired
Fired and fired, fired and fired
The tires screech spirit of up out of reach
A young nigga's swallowing yeast
Trapped in the belly of the beast, sheesh
I know niggas, that kill niggas, that
Kill niggas, that kill niggas
That kill niggas
The cycle continues, the cycle continues
(Kill nigga, Kill nigga)
He only 17, his homies was his motive
He only 17, his momma never noticed
Too busy paying bills, tryna provide a meal
Pay the rent and steal
Her child live for a thrill
Fulfill his niggas wishes
No more hugs and kisses
No more "How you been, " no more tucking in
He with them other men, poppa never came
So his cousin dem would pretend
Imitating if they was him
Got the pistol on him, loaded
Loaded off of gin
Feels like niggas on him, so he look for them
First nigga wrong hat? Blam-blam to him
Paranoia kills, kill or be killed
Let alone all them thugs
Let alone all them drugs
Treat his kind like a bud
Let's see how karma does
Let's see how much he loves, shoot
Him up, shoot him up, bam bam
I know niggas, that kill niggas, that
Kill niggas, that kill niggas
That kill niggas
The cycle continues, the cycle continues
(Kill nigga, Kill nigga)
Know niggas, that kill niggas, that
Kill niggas, that kill niggas
That kill niggas
The cycle continues, the cycle continues
(Kill nigga, Kill nigga)
This nigga 21, he feel like he the man
This nigga 21, his mom said "be a man"
Love to sag his pants, pistol in his hand
Feel he too advanced
Him slipping out his chance
Think he at his best
He hit the set he making orders
Got them little niggas busting
Shots and flipping quarters
An ounce, a half, double up
Shit what you order
Even dimes, think with a corrupted mind
Adapted to them crimes, living with regrets
In order to survive, gotta get high
Cautious with time
Paranoia hard through his body
Trying love for a hobby
You know gangsters come with kids
Teaching them wasn't his
EBT the corner store
He go fill up the fridge
Approached by a little nigga
Hoodie over his lid, looking down a barrel
Of a burner tucked, aimed at
His wig, let him fire, then he fire