Lyrical Breakdown of St Chroma - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "St Chroma" 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 "St Chroma" 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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You are the light
It's not on you, it's in you
Don't you ever in your motherfucking life
Dim your light for nobody
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromakopia
Chromako-
Calm down, sit still, that's one mill' for each wheel
Top ten, big deal, how the fuck he do that?
What the fuck I look like? Get the fuck up out him way
Hawthorne is where him from, another planet where him stay
15 cash for that new fort, I had guap since 19
I popped out like chi-ching, I think I'm a goddamn fiend
Really ballin' in this bitch, I'm the hardest in this bitch
Give a fuck about no bark, I'm chasin' dogs up in this bitch
El Segundo felt like colosseum
P said I could do it too, and boy did I believe him
I built a path to freedom 'cause them words that he said
"Give a fuck about traditions, stop impressin' the dead," ah
I'm gon' make it out, promise I'm gon' make it out
Mama, I'm gon' make it out, pussy, I'm gon' make it out
I ain't never had a doubt inside me
And if I ever told you that I did, I'm fuckin' lyin', can you feel the light?
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it? Can you feel it? Oh)
Oh, fire (can you feel it? Can you feel it? Ooh, oh) fire
Can you feel the light (inside) inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Can you feel it?)
Oh, fire (fire), fire (ooh)
Chromakopia (yeah, yeah)
Chromakopia (whoo)
Chromakopia (yeah, yeah)
Chromakopia
Okay, I am just a box with the lighter of thunder in me
Gratitude sit under the hubris that's on my sleeve
Mama said I'm mm-mm, special, I was mm-mm
Blow shit up at home back in Chromakopia, mm-mm
I don't (I don't), like the (like the), way that this is lookin' (no)
Mirror got me (got me), thinkin' about my bookend (I'm done)
I just need this time to myself to figure me out-out
Do I keep the light on or do I gracefully bow out?
You see me, bro
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
(Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Don't you ever stop bein' who you are (oh, oh, oh, oh)
And dimmin' your light for none of these motherfuckers out here
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fire (oh, oh, oh, oh)
Fire
Can you feel the light inside?
Can you feel that fire? (Oh, oh, oh, oh)