Lyrical Breakdown of JUGGERNAUT (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "JUGGERNAUT (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Tyler, The Creator feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "JUGGERNAUT (feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams)" 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 feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams 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 feat. Lil Uzi Vert & Pharrell Williams's narrative.

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Hey Miss Parker Wait, wait, wait, wait Somethin' like (uh-oh) I just cut some fresh lemons, where's the sugar? Lemon in my 'ade, lemon in my ears, call 'em boogers Rather six feet 'fore I'm ever seen with you niggas (hold up) Yeah What it is? It's that nigga T, skin look colored in (woo) Ridin' in double-double R, that's that Cullinan (yeah) Pullin' in that four hundred grand, I just ordered this (yeah) Switzerland, Lake Geneva where I spend my summer in (true story) GOLF le FLEUR*, that's Gianno shoe, what I'm runnin' in Earlobe look like headlights on a minivan (Gangsta Grillz) I'm so motherfuckin' dead-ass, I need some Timberlands (woo) I battle any man, Uzi Vert, don't think they understand (yeah, yeah) Uh (skrrt, cool) double C on my feet Double G on my freak (ooh) Louis V by my briefs She wan' kick it with me, she better eat it then leave (leave, woah) She try save all the plates but keep eatin' my meat We can't see none of 'em grow, she keep eatin' my seeds (woo) Got a E and a B on the back of the seat See I'm done with the 12, got a V16 (uh) Say the money comin' in, yeah, that's true The more money I get, I don't wan' sex you Can't think about the last time that I text you It's probably when sidekicks had them belt loops Sign my John Hancock on a bitch every time I check you Just like a brand new Lamb', I wreck you, uh So what's mine is yours (woo, woo, woo) Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit Last deal more than what Google say my net is I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit (like woah) Yeah, uh, uh, uh, woah It's the double P, I rock double C Man, I run them beats like you run in cleats Man, come to me, you want somethin' to see This internally flawed, that's a double Vs What troubles me is you couple me With these subtle fleas tryna double league Hornet trapped in the hive of a motherfuckin' bumblebee They just got the closest picture of the fuckin' sun surface, that was us Got the LaFerrari, park that bitch just for one purpose, catchin' dust My Secret Service carry mops, you call 'em street sweepers, back you up Tat' you up then add you up, then give you a cover like Adwoa If the shit's fake, I don't respect it, it's clickbait And that's distaste like a shit shake What a difference your wrist make when it's Richard-made Hungry eyes tend to fixate like a empty stomach for a fish plate Shit-faced, get this straight, this is truck wheels, deck, grip tape Ride to the dinner tapin' Outta time and imagine her in the exit (why you even talkin' to us?) Last deal more than what Google say my net is (goddamn) I got cheddar with the chef in the tinted exit (like woah) Uh, uh, uh (bitch)