Lyrical Breakdown of MASSA - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MASSA" 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 "MASSA" 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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Whatever your shit is, man, do it Whatever bring you that immense joy, do that, that's your luxury The greatest thing that ever happened to me was Bein' damn near 20 and leavin' Los Angeles for the first time I got out my bubble, my eyes, just wide My passport is the most valuable- Massa couldn't catch me, my legs long than a bitch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss They try to talk me-, I'ma just go Yeah, when I turned 23 that's when puberty finally hit me My facial hair started growin', my clothing ain't really fit me That caterpillar went to cocoon, do you get me? See, I was shifting, that's really why Cherry Bomb sounded so shifty My taste started changing from what it was when they met me But first impression is everything, ain't wanna let me go Always curious as a child and askin' questions, so I ain't give no fucks, if, and, buts if they accept me Yo, my boy Skateboard P gave me that speech in Italy session, um Thankfully, by hour three it detoured perspective, um Thoughts change so rapid, turned to butterfly, Flower Boy happened All the bees buzzed me, the bugs screamed they love me First time I private airlined, accolades, song got airtime Grew into my style, body, and feelings and fixed my hairline Calmed down in front of cameras, business hit tens of millions I'm not that little boy y'all was introduced to at 1-9 Mom was in the shelter when "Yonkers" dropped, I don't say it (I don't say it) When I got her out, that's the moment I knew I made it (yeah, yeah) I don't come from money, they deny it Since I don't mirror the stereotypical products of my environment Eight figures in taxes taken that shit is stupid The flower gets its petal, they pluck it but never use it It's still potholes in the schools, where does it go? It's still loopholes that I use, nobody knows Massa couldn't catch me, my legs longer than a bitch Got too much self-respect, I wash my hands 'fore I piss They try to talk me up but I keep short like Caesar Eyes open if I pray 'cause I can't trust God either, uh Seeing that we only got one life to live How far do you really wanna take it? Don't let 'em ever tell you nothin' you can't do Yeah, I purchase more wheels when I feel like I'm third-wheelin' My favorite part of the double R is the bird ceilin' The panoramic view of the sky and the sun beamin' That ray of light show that nobody is front-seatin' I'm on the hunt for perfect but decent is what I been on I know she fell in love but commitment is not my end goal And all my friends that did got too comfy, a little chubby And that drive to make that money dried up when that nose was runny We ain't gotta pay attention to the stuff that he battles Everyone I ever loved had to be loved in the shadows Tug-o-war with X and Y felt like a custody battle Felt like the boat goin' down, it felt like I'm missin' a paddle Might buy that crib in Seattle, covered in grass, lacking gravel It come with two boats and cattle I'm livin' sweet ain't you heard? (Ain't you heard nigga?) This perspective from the beak of a bird You hope I peak, you take my peace You gon' see me run, like thieves in the night I'm paranoid, I sleep with a gun The heat on my dungarees because they beefin' for fun I'm vegan for now, I'm conscious, no my hands meet when I bow I'm grateful, you niggas hateful, you eat at me, you got a plate full You can't relate to these things I say to these instrumentals Whether it's wealth talk or shit that's painful I paint full pictures of my perspective on these drum breaks Just for you to tell me, "It's not good" from your lunch break Holiday season A vision you have to understand from perspective Check your resources, nigga