Lyrical Breakdown of LUMBERJACK - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "LUMBERJACK" 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 "LUMBERJACK" 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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Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't— (hold up) "Oh, my God, I never seen nothin' like this" Haha, that's what my mom was sayin' She, she was cryin' and shit It was, she was just like, "This shit is beautiful" It was a beautiful moment You alway– you always keep the picnic blankets in the back 'Cause you, you never know (Gangsta Grillz) You never know where the fuck you gon' end up at (Okay, haha, let's go, now we ready) Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't pull out MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout? Whips on whips, my ancestors got they backs out (yeah, oh) Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood (I dare you, nigga) Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (uh-huh, right) Do it like I? This the wish-a-nigga-could face (uh) They ain't gettin' paper like they should, wait (You niggas woulda, coulda, shoulda, oh, shit) Niggas ain't really on the type of shit he on I hit Drizzy and told him I had a milli' for him (oh shit) I own my companies full, told 'em to keep the loan I took that gold bitch home, niggas was big mad (ugh, oh shit) I put that bitch on the shelf to let it ventilate And bought another car 'cause I ain't know how to celebrate (top shelf, nigga) That big boy, that big bitch for all weather It never rain in Cali', came with an umbrella (ooh) Rolls-Royce pull up, Black boy hop out (man, what the fuck?) Shoutout to my mother, and my father didn't pull out MSG sell out, fuck these niggas yap 'bout? (Sold out) Good credit score, this card really can't max out (wow) Too far? Five hundred stacks for the hood Call me lumberjack 'cause I wish a nigga would race (uh-huh) Nigga this the face, man I wish a nigg— (it's the face) It's different, it's really different (catch up, niggas) Ayo, I might just sled in Utah, LA is too warm My nigga tall, he look like a bitch, I call him Mulan (hey, oh) Salad colored emerald on finger, the size of croutons Niggas can not fuck with performance of magic (oh) new wand (nigga) That's my nuance, used to be the weirdo (ah) Used to laugh at me, listen to me with their ears closed Used to treat me like that boy off Malcolm in the Middle (why I'm motherfuckin' rich) Now I'm zero, zero, zero, zero, zero, zero (that's six) Rolls-Royce pull up (zero) Black boy hop out (that's seven) Nah, I can't take this shit no more, man, I quit That's it, I quit, I swear to God, nigga Fuck niggas talking to me about? Close y'all fuckin' faces Quality Wednesday music Wish-a-nigga-could face (Them stones is cloudy, nigga) Oh yeah, you asked for it (Fuckin' crumbs) Wish-a-nigga-would face Fuck you mean, nigga?