Lyrical Breakdown of Back Down - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Back Down" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Back Down" 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 50 Cent 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 50 Cent's narrative.

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Yeah, G-G-G-G-G-Unit! G-Unit! Haha... It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down! Any living thing that cannot co-exist with the kid Must decease existin Look nigga... now listen Yo mami... yo papi... that bitch you chasin Ya little dirty ass kids I'll fuckin erase them Your succes is not enough You wanna be hard Knowing that... if you get knocked You get fucked in the yard Youza pop-tart sweetheart You soft in the middle I eat ya for breakfast The watch was an exchange for your necklace And your boss is a bitch If he could he would Sell his soul for cheap Trade like to be Suge You can buy cars but you can't buy respect in the hood Maybe I'm so disrespectful cuz to me you're a mystery I know niggas from your hood You have no history Never poked nothing Never popped nothing Nigga stop frontin Jay put you on X made you hot Now you run around like you some big shot Ha, ha pussy... It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down. "This rap shit is all fucked up now What are we gonna do now? How we gonna eat man? 50 back around" That's Ja's little punk ass thinking out loud Southside till I die That's just how I get down I'm back in the game shorty To rule and conquer! You sing for hoes and sound like the cookie monster I'm the hardest from New York My flow is bonkers All the other hard niggas They come from Yonkers It's been years and you had the same niggas in the background You never gonna sell Mitsubishi Tah's and crack child Them niggas they just suck They no good I ain't never heard a nigga say "they like them in the hood" I'm back better than ever On top of my game Even them country boys sayin "50 we feeling you man" Now stay the fuck outta my zone Outta my throne I'm New York City's own... Bad guy! Bad guy! It's easy to see when you look at me If you look closely 50 don't back down Everywhere I go both coast with toast Eastside... Westside I hold that mack down Every little nigga you see around me Hold a gun big enough to fucking hold shaq down Next time you in the hood and see an ol' G You ask about me The young boy don't back down I ain't gonna tell nobody you pussy I ain't gonna tell nobody you gettin extorted It ain't over... G-Unit! I've been patiently waiting to blow Ladies and gentlemen Welcome to the "50 Cent Show" This is my life My pain... my knife... my gun Now that I'm back You can't sleep I'm a nightmare huh You hired cops to hold you down cuz you fear for you life Well you done heard bout them guns I done bought Right? I ain't going nowhere I done told you nigga I'm a G-Unit muthafuckin' soldier nigga! They not gon like you I know... I know... haha G-Unit! "Oh, no he didn't say anything about Ja. Okay? Ja is my boo. Okay? Jeffrey Atkins ain't never hurt nobody. And you all know! Big things come in small packages! Holla! Now, everything was cool until 50 Cent Came back into the picture. They better not put they hands on Jeffrey... Okay? 'Cause first of all, they do not know that I am a 12-degree pink belt Okay? I will dice his ass up like a little piece of celery Okay? 'Cause see, they don't know me Delicious, do they know me? Okay, I thought so 'Cause you know that I know karate, and I will see him And I will Jet Li his ass. Whoo-doo!"