Lyrical Breakdown of Don't Push Me - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Don't Push Me" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how 50 Cent feat. Lloyd Banks & Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Don't Push Me" 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 feat. Lloyd Banks & Eminem 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 feat. Lloyd Banks & Eminem's narrative.

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I need you to pray for me and I need you to care for me and I need you to want me to win I need to know where I'm heading 'Cause I know where I've been Flows, bones, crushing it's nothing I come up with something Come through your strip, fronting, stunting It's something you want, 745 chrome spinning Haters hate that I'm winning Man I've been hot from the beginning Motherfuckers aim at the kid, control your jealousy 'Cause I can't control my temper I'm fitting to catch a felony Pistol in hand homie, I'm down to get it popping Once I squeeze the first shot No, I ain't stopping till my clip is empty I'm simply not that nigga you should try your luck with, fuck with Hollow-tip shells struck with your bones broke Gun smoking, still locing, what nigga Lay your ass down paramedics get you up feeling Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy I cross my bigger nigga and I didn't cry To young to understand, the consequences of man Living a lie, I gotta get that money I'll be damned if If I'm bummy Gotta watch my back around these niggas 'Cause they fronting 20 years of watching my mama's tears Got me heated, heavily weeded Smoking that bomb 'cause I need it These niggas don't want me balling, they want me bury Thrown in the dirt, from shots flurry Laying with bugs under my shirt, I got plans to hop up in that Hummer 'Cause I'ma stunner, I sit back and wonder When them angels gon' call my number Under, my chest is a heart of a lion I ain't lying, bounty hunters got me flying With my iron, high as a giant I'm running from nothing, my stomach is touching What I'm clutching, to give you more then a concussion End of discussion my blood is colder, so I'm bolder And it's either soda, hood on my my shoulder Looking in the mirror, I see a soldier Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy These are my ideas, this is my sweat and tears This is shit that I solved with my balls, my ears This is me who's gotta be, what you see on TV What you hear on CD, what appears easy Man these teenie boppers see me on these magazine covers In these beanies and these rags, living fantasies Fronting like it's all fun and games Till they shoot 'em up bang Then you see brains hang and you see we ain't playing Ain't saying we ain't laying down at night and ain't praying I bully my way in this game, man, I'm done playing Man, I'm done saying that I'm done playing I'ma start laying any of these motherfucking cocksuckers There's no way I'ma back down, like a goddamn coward I can't, how would I look as man bowing to his knees Like the mad cow disease Let somebody lash out at me and not lash back out at 'em, please Oh, whoa, yo, ho, hold up, oh no, not me Not Marshall, you wanna see Marshall? I'll show you Marshall, I try to show you art Put you just pick it apart, so I see I have to start Showing you fucking old farts a whole other side I wanted to not show you, so you know you're not dealing with Some fucking marshmallow, little soft yellow Punk pussy, who's heart's jello, 'cause Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy Right now I'm on the edge So don't push me I aim straight for your head So don't push me Fill your ass up with lead So don't push me I got something for your ass Keep thinking I'm pussy.