Lyrical Breakdown of BagBak - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "BagBak" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Vince Staples weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "BagBak" 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 Vince Staples 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 Vince Staples's narrative.

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This is for my future baby mama Hope your skin is black as midnight I'll take you out that Honda I can put you in a Benz I can balance out your chakras Fornication is a sin, we can fuck all night regardless Our father art in heaven, as I pray for new McLarens Pray the police don't come blow me down 'cause of my complexion Everybody think they know me now Cause I'm chicken-checkin' Negro, you are not my homie How dare you think it's different Boy, you tripping Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie Boy I'm buoyant, we are Floating on them peons Go in 'til they take my bro'nem out them CDCRs Prison system broken, racial war commotion Until the president get ashy, Vincent won't be votin' We need Tamikas and Shaniquas in that Oval Office Obama ain't enough for me, we only getting started The next Bill Gates can be on Section 8 up in the projects So 'til they love my dark skin Bitch I'm goin' all in Gas break 'n dip, the cash came, I flipped And stacked that, yeah I stacked that past the ceiling So sacrilegious, don't ask to chat And don't ask for pictures, bagbak I'm tripping Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Better bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me Bagbak, better back, back, you don't know me, homie They found it Depth close to 3,230 feet A deep dive, but within acceptable range Clap your hands if the police ever profiled You ain't gotta worry, don't be scary 'cause we on now Ain't no gentrifying us, we finna buy the whole town Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now We on now, we on now Tell the one percent to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the government to suck a dick, because we on now Tell the president to suck a dick, because we on now We on now We on now We on now We on now