Lyrical Breakdown of FRANCHISE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "FRANCHISE" 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 "FRANCHISE" 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 Yeah-yeah, yeah Mmm-hmm, mmm-hmm Yup, in my white tee Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (yeah) Cacti, not no iced tea (hah) Uh, got 'em bamboozled like I'm Spike Lee (ah) Uh, you need more than Google just to find me (ah) Uh, I just call her Bae to get her hyphy (ah, ooh) Incredible, icki-icki, in general I just start the label just to sign me (woo, woo, ooh) Uh, me and CHASE connected like we Siamese (Woo, woo, woo, ooh, ooh, oooh) Uh, we've been on the run, feel like a crime spree Talk to me nicely (yeah) I seen his face, seen it (ayy), yup, on his white tee, uh (let's go) Yeah, yup, call the Sprite people (call 'em, hol' on, brrt) Private flight to France, tryna sight-see (on private flights, brrat) Popped 'em in his hands, he was typin' (da, da, da) Caterpillar 'Rari, I fold it, lift it up (up) I went on the stand, told the judge to pass my cup (ayy) Ran up twenty million, told the Devil, "Keep the luck" (luck) Keep that, keep that ho (uh) R.I.P. Pop, keep the smoke (ayy, slatt) Talk to me nicely (talk to me nicely) Keep her on a chain, that ain't like me (that ain't like me) Scotts with no strings, you can't tie me (Scotts with the, hol' on, b-) I'm higher than the plane, I'm where the Skypes be (doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yeah, yep, in my slime tee (doo, doo, doo, hee) Princey in his prime, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Yellowbone too feisty, yee (doo, doo, doo, doo, doo, hee) Clean him up, no napkin, yee (doo) Yup, in my white tee (yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please (it's lit) Uh, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me (phew) On boxes of checks, not my Nikes (ooh, yeah) 'Xcuse me, zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi-zi, don't be missin' man Mississippi, dip a sippy, make 'em happy, make 'em copy Make 'em get me Chippi Chippi (yeah) There's a lot I'm gon' spend Tell me when, I beam you to pull up, you gon' shootout while I spin Trippin' like I'm trigger happy; saltfish, ackee, ackee Golf buggy, Kawasaki, catch a fish sushi, maki, livin' life London city, left the town (ah) Thug and Travis be the fam Yup, yeah, you know that (slatt) And when they free us out, it's gonna be a film, a Kodak (yeah) Shoot me pourin' right above the rim like Pollack I've been rippin' and runnin', not slippin' or slidin', athletic tendencies I've been up since, cheffin' it, whippin' it to the base rock I provide the remedy (let's go) When we open gates up at Utopia (it's lit), it's like Zootopia You see the crosses over ya (yeah), that's how you know it's us At 4 a.m. I'm phonin' ya', not for no shoulder rub Them JACKBOYS open cleaners up, the way they fold and tuck Yup, in my white tee (yeah) Yeah, call up Hype Williams for the hype, please Yeah, they gon' wipe you before you wipe me Yeah, on boxes of checks, not my-, checks, not my (Maya!) I be where the f- the light be Bangers in the system, it's Bangers in the system, it's Ancient Anunnaki Bangers in the system, it's that Bangers in the system, it's that M.I.A