Lyrical Breakdown of PHenomenon - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "PHenomenon" 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 "PHenomenon" 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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I feel like a phenomenon Like I'm who these people idolize And I won't let nothing get in my way It ain't a thing, we do this all the time Got another one, twist another one, off that indo That's my medicine, need a bigger lung Fame going to my head, call it wisdom Now I need racks, yeah, Wimbledon This chewing gum, always hold ya tongue Never spit it out, we finna miss like cobras huh We soldiers huh, you noticed them As the tales money flip, until the quota's done Yeah, until my single come, be the Devil's son Devil's work, getting work, Hallelujah Hope the Lord alerts, do a soul search Understand my heart's good, but my daughter's first Black episode, my down time, needed church Precious life what my style is worth Won't gain, let my shit assert Move on! We do this all the time We do this all the time We do this all the time All the time And I'm still up, never gave a damn, never gave a fuck All my real niggas, we gon' stay in touch Even out of range, nigga do your thang You know where I'm at, just holla back Where that cash at? Nigga flashback Nigga sixteen? A dope sack A sixteen? Stretch that Double that, yeah, flip that Big steps, work hard Big yards, slanging footballs Have 'em running back, receivers serving corners It's taken by the pushers, burners eyes and lookers Yeah, yeah, yeah, now see we gotta make it We ain't trying to brick, unless we cop a brick Accompanied by the razors, you know the shit I make it easy, ain't this bout a bitch? Move on! We do this all the time We do this all the time We do this all the time All the time Said I can't lose, nigga gotta win Future looking bright, Thomas Edison Here we go again Music always kept me calm, nigga ritalin Always got it done, you a middleman Contraband, yo we get it in You are inelegant, my niggas looking militant Dope boys, what you know about it? You should slow about it A nigga sky high, boy, fuck a pilot Microwave it fast boy, fuck a pilot Yeah, hold it silence, keep your mouth closed The game is to be sold not to be told, you like a ho Matter like a auction, gave it to the best bidder Lucky I didn't rob you, why your ass bitter? I'm that nigga, better ask nigga You was a phase, I outlast niggas Move on! We do this all the time We do this all the time We do this all the time All the time