Lyrical Breakdown of Touch The Sky - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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Rest In Piece To Biggie Smalls

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

R.I.P. To Tupac

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Have You Like Ei-Ei-Uh Oh After The 44 Blow

I Get Low They Say I Go Like A Pro

Its A Rap When Im Doseing

You Smoked Like A Roach

U Been Clapped Then In Fact Theres No Coming Back From That

Im The Last Of My Breed

No Henny No Weed

Just My Vest And My Semi

In The Back Of That Bentley

Im Nos And Im Bras

See Im There And Im Gone

Cause My Loyals Is Strong

And My Money Here Is Long

So When Im Right Im Right

And When Im Wrong Im Right

Ill Hit Your Ass Up Right

Nigga Its Nighty Night

Man I Run This Rap Shit

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

Rest In Piece To Biggie Smalls

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

R.I.P. To Tupac

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

Nigga Roll That Good Shit

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

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These Ogs Talk About Back In The Days

I Have An R.I.P. Sign On Your Myspace Page

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I Wear Gold You Wear Platinum We Still Got The Same Cars

Same House And Still Fuck The Same Broads

Dreams Of Fucking An R&B Bitch

Yeah You Look Good Girl But Get Your Teeth Fixed

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Ur Legs To Strong Doing Sex With Pretty Ricky

760 Drive By Light Tint

With Two Hoes In The Whip Looking Like Flip

Man I Run This Rap Shit

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

Rest In Piece To Biggie Smalls

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

R.I.P. To Tupac

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High

Nigga Roll That Good Shit

Get Your Hands Up High, Hands Up High, Hands Up High