Lyrical Breakdown of Trance (ChoppedNotSlopped) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Trance (ChoppedNotSlopped)" 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 "Trance (ChoppedNotSlopped)" 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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It's chopped up and not slopped up OJ Ron C, DJ Candlestick, Metro let 'em know It's yo' boy, it's the kid, Young Metro Boomin, the worldwide hero You now locked in with my brothers, OJ Ron C, Candlestick, I see you Did you forget? Do it for life Chicago that time, all bullshit aside Wonderful vibe, wonderful night Did it with Trav All the kids, you and I Off in this club Bumpin and grindin Who made it flood You see the signs (signs) We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather She pulled to club, to buss up a dub She came with her man, I called in a sub She givin'- We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather She pulled to club, to buss up a dub She came with her man, I called in a sub She givin'- We pulled out the feathers for this type of weather She pulled to club, to buss up a dub She came with her man, I called in a sub She givin' out hugs, we know 'bout them hugs She put in my hand, don't know what it was She know some of the fam, but don't know enough My trust is In God We Trust (I'm in a trance, it's givin' her) Sippin' on wok, don't do tuss She got her own fans, she need her a bus Might give her a chance, it's givin' her Out in a tr- (Trance, it's givin' her) Sippin' on wok, don't do tuss She got her own- (Trance, it's givin' her) Sippin' on wok, don't do tuss She got- (trance, it's givin' her) Sippin' on wok, don't do tuss She got her own fans, she need her a bus Might give her a chance, it's givin' her Out in a trance it's givin' her Not on them Xans is givin her Nigga with bands is givin her A nigga with plans is givin her Still in the gym, ain't did the implants I like that for real, ain't givin up Like they know that you real, they give it up Like if you got the steel, they give it up Takin these M's they givin us Then run in the field like it's ten of us I'm cleanin shit out like an enema I make that shit look like a cinema Take off the top, baby let's ride I'm with my dogs, I picked a side She want the boss, the one own the tribe (I own the tribe yeah) Arm out the window just throw it when we ride I bent the corner scraped the wheels and the tires Put twenty hoes on a boat til they tired Everybody on You now you need me my nigga, just keep the shit real Don't you crab with your song Who-who else fuck up the city like us? When it rains, it's a thunderstorm I party at Shabba, in New York and LA Where they keep on going till the dawn (shabba) $200k what I'm on She licking all down my chest I told her I aint slime bae call me sex It ain't no dope where I put these racks at If you my hoe I call you sexy Got LA shit so bad it's dangerous I backed out of the knot, she tried to tangle up She got Paris manners and they so dangerous I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her I'm in a trance, its givin' her This side, you get riptide in mind I move so far in time I move so far in time I've been whipped up in night I've been whipped up in whip With my fist up in drive I've been whipped up in time I've been pimped up