Lyrical Breakdown of Dopeman - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Tell me whatchu need, bitch you know a young nigga got it Pills to the weed, Poppy Street, niggas 'bout that profit I'm the dopeman, out here servin' dope to nigga's mommas I'm the dopeman, tell me whatchu need, I got that- I don't need a gun just to melt a nigga brain nigga I could pull up to the slums with a quarter ki of caine I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman I can get you high, baby I don't need a plane You should hurry up and buy cause we sellin' everything I'm the dopeman, I'm the dopeman, get with the program Get with the program Alright, alright, alright, we gonna do it just like this! I need a kilo of everything you mufuckin' you got, we tryin' to sell it all! Crack, coke... Spend the summer days sellin' hay Spend the summer nights sellin' white FEDs settin' traps on the A Yeah I'm sellin' Act in the ice Alright, tryin' to make a dollar bill Don't hide, pay me mine and getcha mama killed Whatchu need, whatchu got makin' plays 'Til I'm laid in the grave, gettin' paid I don't need a gun (gun!) just to melt a nigga brain nigga (brain!) I could pull up to the slums (slums!) with a quarter ki of caine (caine!) I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!) I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!) I can get you high (high!), baby I don't need a plane (plane!) You should hurry up and buy (buy!) cause we sellin' everything (everything!) I'm the dopeman (Dope, I'm that man!) I'm the dopeman, get with the program (Dope, I'm that man!) Get with the program