Lyrical Breakdown of The Curse of the Gifted - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Curse of the Gifted" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Wale weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "The Curse of the Gifted" 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 Wale 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 Wale's narrative.
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Life's better when your niggas good, and your mama straight
I'm honestly still looking for some type of balance
Cuz the status got me jah tripping
Cuz I like my bitch, but I love these bitches on my dick
When spitting tell me what you feeling different knowing you's the bread winner
And it's rare you hear niggas say he can't feel you
But in your ears like he dope, just not dope enough
And the closest ho would be probin you to open up
And to do so you must roll one up
And it's lonely at the top
They say me that they feelin me
I eat this game and shit this out
My dirty draws got winning streaks
I'm in too deep, this industry is sayin to a nigga
Got change like them, just but ain't changed like them nigga
They only fuck with my old shit cuz I'm on shit
But I was potent in '06, niggas slow as shit
Now my dreams is nothing more than minimal thoughts
And my cheese gon fluctuate tho sleep is the cause
And I'm tired though
And I'm high too
But it's like my music made these niggas turn they pride to fool
Yea, ye ain't even gotta love us
But you better respect this motherfucking hustle, real nigga shit
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And ye don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit
See life better when you know you real
I know some niggas is winning but ain't been home in years
Pray they not know the feeling, sitting on a couple million
Sipping pretentious liquids
Ease with they money when hella finding is only trippin
Like you were flowed I bet yourself that you with 60 niggas
So we keep that circle small and never let no squares in there
It's double M G, I hope they know the set
Don't you cop a second whip unless yo mama out of debt
Shout out to my cousin Bola, be home in a minute yep
My nigga's at the Rivers correctional, that's me in that vent
They thought I wasn't winning, the crew full of troubles
But I do, I fucked the game and came out a gold rapper
I should be loving my accomplishments
But a brand new Maserati got me plottin on another hit
Success is like a never ending battle
Well whoever at the top and if that's you you who you tryna hear
To top on my last year, it's all that I ask of
I pray you forgive me if I don't bask in this chapter
I'm a legend out Georgetown, we talkin bout practice?
'Cause in this establishment you ain't never established
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And ye don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit
Satisfaction's for suckers
Satisfaction's for suckers
And ye don't even gotta love us
But you will respect this motherfuckin hustle, real nigga shit
This is the story about the price of fame
But the love for the dollar
Is because they cannot change