Lyrical Breakdown of CONTEST - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Yeah, lotta shit on my conscience Lotta shit on my conscience Lotta shit on my conscience I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest (bitch) Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (bitch) I don't do no second chances, you can try your best (bitch) If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests (bitch) Ayy, bitch I'm courtside, can't hit the ref with a tech Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh Got your bitch mortified, 'cause I left after sex Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told 'em, "Catch" Bitch, I'm antisocial, don't be talkin' (talkin') You a target, spin your block and park it (baow, yeah) Sippin' all this codeine, don't be coughin' (eh) Move with caution, coroner gon' chalk it (straight up) I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest ('test) Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed (impressed) My lil' fine shit bad as fuck, face, ass pressed (pressed) I just paid a million for some shit I gotta test (skrrt) Yeah, I know they fiendin' still, but I got the fix And you know it's never chill, when I'm out the mix We been runnin' lobbies still, floodin' up the pit Putin' this shit don't get too real, my bitch takin' pics I seen ghetto feed inspired stilettos, I'm tryna get my medal Young Jacq' out the meadow, came up off of riddles Tryna show my seed some little, epic dad he kin and one All my dogs are winners and they keep a fiddle I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed I don't do no second chances, you can try your best If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests I'm sittin' courtside, can't hit the ref with a tech Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh Got your bitch mortified, because I left her after sex Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told 'em, "Catch" Whoo (catch) Let's go (catch) Yeah (whoo, whoo) Catch (yeah) (Yeah) catch, let's go Run the bands and now they contest Couple bands, I run up a check (yeah-yeah, skrrt) This some shit that you gotta respect (yeah, yeah) We don't do the shit that you expect (yeah, yeah) Hop in the 'Rari then I (yeah) fuck up the street Diamonds, I'm flickin', my (yeah) lil' bitch elite When we pull up, we gon' make 'em retreat We 'bout to go animal, 'bout to go beast Uh, you met that Jack' at the bank (huh) Fuck 'round and pop out a tank (whoo) You know my gas, it be dank (eugh) I just might fuck 'round and bang! (woah) I done seen 'em, but that pape', I gotta get it up (yeah) Told her as soon as I land, I need you to eat me up (yea-yeah) In this black truck, you can't see, I got the windows up (yeah, yeah) Told the driver hit the gas, I almost spilled my cup I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed I don't do no second chances, you can try your best If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests I'm sittin' courtside, can't hit the ref with a tech Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh Got your bitch mortified, because I left her after sex Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told 'em, "Catch" I been winnin' all my life, it ain't no contest Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed I don't do no second chances, you can try your best If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests I'm sittin' courtside, can't hit the ref with a tech Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh Got your bitch mortified, because I left after sex Man, that bitch yours and mine, had to call gang, told 'em, "Catch" I been winnin' my whole life, it ain't no contest Judgin' by your first impression, bitch, I'm not impressed I don't do no second chances, you can try your best If you know me, we do headshots, we don't try on vests I'm sittin' courtside, can't hit the ref with a tech Lambo' door suicide, she get blessed if we mesh Got your bitch mortified, because I left her after sex Man, that ho yours and mine, had to call gang, told 'em, "Catch"