Lyrical Breakdown of Homage - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Homage" 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 "Homage" 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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No stupid
Don't think too much, you gon' lose it
Just lose yourself in the music
Get off your ass and move that thang, girl
All my girls are my main girl
'Round the world in them planes
'Til they chains too strap to do range
'Til they see how you walk and your strange look
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
Oh my God, I'm the bigshot now
Prima Donna had them like "wow!"
Hitchcock in my modern day
Where the fuck is my VMA?
Where the fuck is my Grammy?
Supermodels wearin' no panties
Supercar, not drivin' no Camry
Freshman, Showtek but no rallies
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
My girlfriend looks like she's from Gilmore
Dance on my bands like we from Fillmore
This my ghetto story, crescendo
Coupe with them same windows, limos
Wrong label had me in limbo
Too much info, we're rich and prismo
Prolly loco, black as the Congo
Pay me pronto, wearin' snow camo
I'm on a new level
I am too cultured and too ghetto
If you knew better you'd do better
But then you would know by the word of my penis
Please do not treat me like I'm not a genius
I'm runnin' on empty, the new River Phoenix
I'm out in Bristol, bro from the ends got a pistol
The bro from the ends gonna get you
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These niggas won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
These hoes won't hold me back
I was 'pose to meet you
Don't tell my girls or I'll creep through
I never see you
Can't figure what I did to leave you
Everything's see-through
Your official smile to see you
They don't see you
Wish that I could see too