Lyrical Breakdown of Germany 86’ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Germany 86’" 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 "Germany 86’" 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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It was love that brought you here to me
He-ey, he-ey, he-ey, he-ey
Yeah, uh, uh
Yo
I feel leveled I'm good, my head better, I'm straight
My mom stayed workin' late, she taught me how to be great
My superhero's a woman, you know she served for this country
Sent her back to the Hoovers, left her son for the shooters
We in the streets playin' catch, I guess we comin' up next, uh
I guess we comin' up next, I guess we growin' up stressed
By ten years, we was thirty, watchin' your homie get stretched
Watchin' your homie get X'ed out and bleed through his flesh
I feel leveled, I'm straight, my head better, I'm good (doot-doot-doot)
My babysitter knew I had the strap on contact
My dawg beat life, didn't snitch and I'm proud of that
He finally came home, gon' ball again, all of that, on God, uh (doot-doot-doot)
My baby momma know I'm a dawg, I'll be home again (yeah, yeah)
I'm sorry for the silence, I'ma make up those promises
The way you keep this whole shit together, for sure, we lit
Oh god, yeah, yeah
I see they jealous, we-
Pain, pain, pain
A little for some and a whole lot for others
Complete crushing for those who never understand in this society
Pain is a part of man, pain
Pain, endure you must, or be crushed
Pain, pain, pain, pain, pain, pain