Lyrical Breakdown of Complicated - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Complicated" 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 "Complicated" 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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[Intro:]
Yeah!
[Bridge:]
You see a nigga soft? - My first instinct is to lean on him! (lean on him...)
A weak nigga eatin' in my hood? Niggas'll put a beam on him! (beam on him...)
These niggas ain't s'pposed to be eatin', yo! - This sweet is sweet an' low,
I'll have 'em like shit was all good just a week ago. ([Female:] Lights oooooooon!)
[Verse 1:]
Let this fake niggas get you in the mood for looove,
I'm back to get you in the mood for the Snub and gloooves.
Dope fiend, morphine, cocaine dilemma;
Crack come to cookin' up that; boy, I'm a chemist!
Fuck pill poppin'! A strap, I pop that!
Watch the Henchman trial, see a rat rat on a rat!
You got a nice gimmick goin', you've been hot a few summers
But I got the kinda flow that'll stop World hunger.
SK, I got nothing but energy! (energy!)
Call me Fifty, call me "Ferrari The Remedy"! (Remedy!)
"Hi" again in case a hater don't remember me,
I happen to be what these rap niggas here pretend to be.
Hittin' you won't be enough, you gotta finish me
Or it's Ruger time, - the SR-9!
Fragments ricochet in ya ass go blind
Times up, ya fucked! - Gotta learn to duck. - Whassup?
[Chorus:]
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee! - It seems so complicaated.
Don't maake mee, - don't maake mee,
Don't maake mee - show you whassup. - Don't make me fuck you up!
[Verse 2:]
Listen! E'ry bitch on the milk box ain't missin'
I mean some of these hoes runnin' round with Pippen.
I'm writin' reality, it sounds haaarsh;
Shyne tried to get at me, he sounds waaashed!
I ain't even fire back, the shit's squuaashed.
What kind of shit is that? - This only happens in rap!
These niggas so fake, it make my skin craaawl,
Hope I ain't the last real nigga up over the waaall.
Ice chunks in the chain, - weight spinnin',
Cream linen. - Bulges from the Benjamin's in 'em!
Tom Ford? - Oh, Looord!
If I ain't know better, I think a nigga push raaaw.
It feels like it's never gon' stop.
A nigga so hot! - I may spend forever on top!
"Forever ever"? - Forever in the drop,
You can't tell I got it on lock? - Bitch!
[Chorus]