Lyrical Breakdown of MAFIA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MAFIA" 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 "MAFIA" 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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Custom the things, custom the wings I had to custom the vibes, custom the link up Cover the back of the lab, front cover magazine Cover your eyes, cuddle up, back of the V, yeah Our chemistry, just like the trappers and fiends (ooh) Our misery, really ain't nothin' to see I gotta travel the V, I like to travel to heat (ooh) Bring out a bag of the weed Did I tell you I got my own weed? I had a lot to achieve Blew it out and I'm relieved, take it down, now you relieve Rather you leave, then you go back out on me Don't throw no daggers at me, you gotta shoot 'em at least You know my Dodge supreme, I put in hours this week Movin' at rapid speed, like it's a track, we meet We got a timeless thing, we gotta find some Zs, yeah Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck City up, up, back to back Fold up, fold up, fold up, trust Like it thick with a bounce, we all in the count Wine bottles cost 'bout a couch, you on the way with a wave Stacks in my pouch, you know it jump at the house You come with two and it's late, know the brown one is my fav' Then Mike Brown gon' walk you out (gon' walk you out) Step by step, watch yourself Cleaners got anything you might've left I couldn't do none of this by myself With mafia, they in the tuck I gave you fifty to boost up your butt I gave you the juice, you rather get buzzed I tried to choose you, you rather go club Know what to do, you rattle me up Common denominator, we were steps from the diamond ages Got a couple of vibrations For the simulation, gotta re-up the hydration Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down) We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around) City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today) Mmh, mmh, whoa-ah Mm-mm, mm-mm, mm, mm-mm, mm Fuck shit up at the club (ooh) Yeah, yeah, ooh (tucked) Drop down Mmh Watch ground, watch ground Fuck shit up at the club, shit tucked (Me and my niggas show up, you know it's goin' down) We be floatin' front to back, back to back, Bentley truck (You know I'ma bring a parade if I fall through this town today) Back up, Bentley truck, city stuck, stuck, stuck (Ain't even gotta check, you know we hardest niggas around) City up, up, back to back, fold up, fold up, fold up, trust (We still pourin' up for the niggas that can't be around today)