Lyrical Breakdown of MHM - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "MHM" 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 "MHM" 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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Come get a body (yeah), thirty deep on Poppy (uh) Police won't stop me, that's on Johnny, come and find me (ayy) I ain't hidin' (nah), they homies dying, they ain't riding She cute, she wet, I'm water-sliding (yeah, yup), yeah It's been a minute (ayy) since I been up in the trenches (yeah) South and Cherry, it get scary by that Church's Chicken You niggas bitches (yeah), kill you if you look suspicious (bang) Tryna make it in the game, you gotta know the glitches Chip cuz, tell 'em, "Come and zip cuz" Hundred on his headstone, homies call me, "Rich cuz" Mhm (uh-huh) Flip cuz, candles 'cause they miss cuz I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is, cuz Mhm (yeah) Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm park-raised We can do it late-night, we can do it broad-day Mhm, hmm (yeah), mhm (dead homies) Hmm, hmm, mhm (one in the head, all the time) Yeah (yeah) Baby got the strap in case I gotta blast (I love you so much) She been with me since we was on Olive Ave (mhm, free HD) 'Fore corona, I was at Ramona with a mask (free B. Skrap, yeah) 'Fore corona, knew the streets was over, washed my hands (dead homies) Full of vultures, so you know I watch my back (one-in-the-head shit) Couldn't give it up, guess I got attached (yeah) Still without a scratch (huh?), still with all of that (yeah) Snitching niggas even got the water tapped, damn (snitch, ayy, ayy) Chip cuz, tell 'em, "Come and zip cuz" Hundred on his headstone, homies call me, "Rich cuz" Mhm (uh-huh) Flip cuz, candles 'cause they miss cuz I ain't gotta diss 'cause you know what it is, cuz Mhm (yeah) Dog ways, baby, 'cause I'm park-raised We can do it late-night, we can do it broad-day Mhm, hmm (yeah), mhm (dead homies) Hmm, hmm, mhm (one in the head, all the time) Yeah When you take the 91 East Get off on Cherry, turn right (Mhm) Take it all the way straight to South Then, when you get to South, make that left, that's all the hood right there Go down South; matter-fact (mhm) Go down South 'til you get to... Clark, Bellflower, that's still the hood Make that left on whatever you choose, then make that left on Artesia Until you get back to Cherry, that's all the hood Dead homies