Lyrical Breakdown of THE APPLE & THE TREE - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "THE APPLE & THE TREE" 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 "THE APPLE & THE TREE" 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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Who is that?
I dunno- I dunno
Ah, see like I told Nicole
I said, "Hey, I done a quicker
Minding my ass off
So-so your daddy's goin' to jail for tryna shoot somebody
I said "Nah nah," I said- you do-, I didn't even know I had did that
I had forgot I had did it, I was looking for her
Now, now I had to be kind of out of my mind
But I was angry, you know, sometimes when I got angry, I didn't think
So, I done went over to somebody house, I knew the girl
I peeked in the house and everything
But I'm over there lookin' for somebody
You know, tryna get a nigga, you know what I mean? I'm like "shit"
A nigga said "Y'all remember that crackhead came over to my house
Girl, lookin' for so and so"
Ooh, we didn't even know what to do, we like "Damn, she at the door
Ain't gon'-ain't gon' open it"
Dude, I'm like "Damn, I must've been real stupid"
But I'm just sayin' to the point where
I'm tryna make up where I came from
You know what I mean?
You know, I was thinkin' of Kwan with a gun in my purse
So don't go there with me
Don't tell me, well, I don't care what you want, you're dead