Lyrical Breakdown of Prima Donna - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Prima Donna" 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 "Prima Donna" 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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Kick cack ce cool, watch a nigga get it I be all around the city with the semi naughty crippin' All the homies say I'm different, police say I raise suspicion Buy a million dollar home and blow my dome to paint the kitchen Bitches like, "Is that Venetian?" Niggas salty when they meet him Cause they never finna beat him And they'll never get a feature I'm a star, tell Billy I'ma bill him for the sneakers You conversin' with a nigga, better be about the green I've been broke, I ain't goin' back Rather go to Calipat, or murdered while I'm shootin' back Call me King Latifah If we talkin' bout your bitch and she a keeper Better keep her in the house Watch your mouth Don't be screamin' from the bleachers, nigga Is it real? Is it? Is it real? Is it real? Real, real Is it? Is it real? Is it real, real? Is it it real? Real, real, real Real, real, real Real, real, real Real killer shit, real nigga shit, real militant Once you get addicted to it Is it real? I just wanna be DaVinci baby Why they wanna kill me baby? Feelin' like a pop star, music drive a nigga crazy Think I'm finna pull a Wavves on the Primavera stage On some prima donna shit, finna throw it all away I don't need no accolades, boy I'm here to act a fool Ask about me, had the shotty, robbin' niggas at the school Me and Pac Slimm, we been shootin' since the Vans song Pullin' any trigger that a nigga got his hands on Lookin' at my vida, all this money, all these visas All these mothafuckin' mini mes I know they wanna be him Either with it or against it nigga, ain't no in-betweenin' If you say you wanna kill the man then dump it when you see him pussy Is it real? Is it? Is it real? Is it real? Real, real Is it? Is it real? Is it real, real? Is it it real? Real, real, real Real, real, real Real, real, real Real killer shit, real nigga shit, real militant Once you get addicted to it Is it real? [Bridge: A$ Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Once you get addicted to it Little sunshine Fed up with the gun violence Fed up with the old rules Fed up with the youth dyin' I just wanna live forever I just wanna live forever I just wanna live forever I just wanna live forever Fed up with the songs singin' Fed up with the gang bangin' Fed up with the same things Fed up with my life changin' I just wanna show you better I just wanna show you better I just wanna show you better I just wanna show you better