Lyrical Breakdown of Surf - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Broken home, all I had was my homeboys Either build or destroy, what you going for? Just a pawn and a plan tryin' to hold on When the smoke clear why was the war fought? Bout time you abandon the folklore How you rich but your bitch in an old Ford? How you black sellin' crack for the white man? How you real, wouldn't kill for your right hand? On the stand sworn in with ya right hand It was all goin' good 'til the rave end Knife scars on ya neck from ya best friend Now it's talk, leave a tec' on ya nightstand Leave a nigga dead to the world 'til his life end You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it You're missin' the target, what more can you ask me for? You want it, my dearly departed I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for? More black kids killed from a pill than the FEDs in the projects In the planned parenthood playin' God with ya mom's check, you ain't even been to prom yet Sixteen, heard you wanna be a star girl What he charge for the dream that you bought girl What's the price for a life in this dark world? Couple hundred where I come from, how you sleep when the sun down? I ain't really tryna judge, they be lookin' for somebody you can love He was lookin' for somebody he could fuck Took ya body, wouldn't bother with you none Spoiled rotten in the bottom of the slums Caught up in the fun You got it, I armed it, you dreamt it, I start it You're missin' the target, what more can you ask me for? You want it, my dearly departed I cocked back and shot it, what more can you ask me for?