Lyrical Breakdown of I Ain't Got Time! - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Ain't Got Time!" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tyler, The Creator weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Ain't Got Time!" 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 Tyler, The Creator 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 Tyler, The Creator's narrative.

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Right now we got some new music only here on Golf Radio (God I love this sample) We're going to dance And exercise And have some fun I ain't got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time Boy, I need a Kleenex How I got this far? Boy, I can't believe it That I got this car, so I took scenic Passenger a white boy, look like River Phoenix First (happy birthday!) You bitch-ass nigga, yup, I'm thirsty Them little shots that you threw, they ain't hurt me I ain't fuck with you bitch-ass in the first place I ain't got time for these niggas Better throw a watch at the boy Had my boys in this bitch, looking like a seminar Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time for these bitches Better throw a clock at these hoes Had these hoes in this bitch looking for a water hose Who the fuck you talking to motherfucker? Boy, I ain't got time Nat Turner would be so proud of me 'Cause all these (motherfuckers) got they style from me I bet they all looking from the crowd at me And if I ask them, they'll bow to me But, you a house nigga, so you don't know How that shit go with my big lips and my big nose And my big dick and my short hair 'Cause you already know how slow my shit grow (Hey) Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock (yeah) Tick-tock Tick-tock (ayo) Tick-tock Tick-tock Been the man with a pickle plan, niggas know the dill When I sell the carnival, I bet I get a 100 mil' (hey) Next line'll have em' like "woah" I've been kissing white boys since 2004 One me, two feet, three M's Four, five, six years ago sucked Seven figure Conversations with Converse finalized, 'cause Vans fucked up I'ma read commas, you gon' leave comments Saying what I shoulda did, but you ain't did nada You ain't important I'ma keep sporting All smiles over here shout out to The Garden (tick-tock) (That's a fact boy) And, I just handle all my business like a chess board (tick-tock, tick-tock) And at them Golf boys? That's my motherfucking set, boy Hard pill to swallow like some thick soda Walk weird 'cause my pockets look like thick Yoda With a Skywalker, riding 'round solar Anakin skin Sprite, and my tint cola Getting neck from the broad like some big shoulders 'Til I bust like that 9 in ya heat holster E'rything I say is hot, bitch, I speak toaster And the bread orthodox like I eat kosher Shout out to (shhh) they gave a big loaf of Green bread, got me chilling like a clean sofa What's that thick odor? Young Millie T Young, focused black boy, oh silly me (I ain't got time!) Better talk shit 'Cause I'm either in my Cons or my Golf shit Pants got a lil' flood, nigga pipe down I'm Lil Boosie, Lil Boosie, way I wipe down (Boy I ain't got time!) Yeah, right now, 'cause niggas dying every day And I ain't light brown And i-D ain't wanna give a nigga no pose So I went and did a 12-page spread in Vogue (Nigga, I ain't got time!) Listen man, I'm that boy All you lil' niggas clones, boy, I fill that void You better kill that noise Turn around and remap route When they see that boy with them big ears and that gap tooth Tick-tock (bitch) Tick-tock Tick-tock Tick-tock ('cause I ain't got ti-) Sugar, oh You're so sweet Fuck? They should call you sugar 'Cause you're so s- Hello?