Lyrical Breakdown of Faded - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Faded" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how The Lox weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Faded" 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 The Lox 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 The Lox's narrative.

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Here we go! Same old shit, same old niggas I don't even fuck with Same old bitch say a nigga ain't shit Same old pussy ass niggas? So, let me get faded Turn the mic on while I get faded Hold on my nigga let me get faded Turn the lights down let me get faded Here we go! Let me get faded Me and Benjamin Franklin it's like we related Me and Mary Jane we get so sedated Aslong as you respect it you could love it or hate it It's the same old shit If the rap don't work, then the cane gone flip Just a juice bar nigga in the mango six And my lingo kick, and I bang my shit Hold up, hold up, let me get faded Roll up a eight of the sour high graded You could copy but you just can't paste it You can smell the weed but you sure can't taste it Ayo, I was young, I was gettin' my hair braided Momma pullin' on my scalp, like god damn I hate it Now I'm sittin' in the coupe like, god damn I made it I ain't seen you in my life, how we god damn related? That's why I get faded No matter if I spit the hottest shit I'm underrated No matter if I fuck the hottest bitch I'm still skating We ain't drop in years but our fans is still waiting Got a new man in the baby How the fuck you still hate me? We ain't even touchdown but our numbers is still Peyton Every day is percocet? We get faded Yeah let me get faded You are now rocking with Shawn, Jason, and David We solid gold, these niggas is gold plated The only reason you still alive, I OK'd it Haha, yep, same old kiss Still in the hood on the same old strip Sticking to the story, yea the same old script If your formula works then don't change your shit Hold up, hold up, let me get faded Everything's for sale but I prefer to keep the haze lit Ain't about money mine as well not even say shit Get shot or get bladed, we get faded