Lyrical Breakdown of SLIDE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "SLIDE" 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 "SLIDE" 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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I just came up in this right hand when I was walkin' into the yard Slide And, um, they just opened up, and there's no other way to put it They just drove up like this, slowed down a little, paow, paow, paow (slide) Made 'em proud but I never made a million I'm talkin' net, I heart the set, I'm tryna raise the children From the Naughty where we ain't pretendin' Made a lot of niggas die, but I ain't admitting (die but I ain't admitting) Yeah, ain't forgetting, can't forgive 'em Preyin' on 'em, no, it ain't religion Sick of niggas, no, it ain't remission With it even though I hate the killings Rather point it at the crackers, FN with the ladder Slide Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide I love my mama 'cause she did her best I feel nirvana when I'm in the set We see who pop it on the Internet Catch one, it's a bet It's a wrap, hit his lungs if he run Hit his back, if he crawl, hit his hat Out here livin' raps Slide Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide, slide, slide, slide (beggin' on 'em) Slide Late nights, who rides? Grey slides, suits, ties Slide