Lyrical Breakdown of C.R.E.A.M 2009 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "C.R.E.A.M 2009" 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 "C.R.E.A.M 2009" 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: 50 Cent] You wan' smoke that? Go 'head, roll it son I don't give a fuck man (Six Figga) Smoke that shit man Or you can smoke crack if you wanna smoke crack I don't give a fuck what you wanna do man Don't look to me to stop you man - yeah I'm not gettin in the way [Chorus: 50 Cent] Cash Rules, I keep a shooter 'round me, Queens! Get the money, I have a nigga killed y'all (killed y'all) Kill the hood, ask niggaz 'bout me, Jesus! For the money, niggaz'll go real hard (real hard) [50 Cent] You are now under my hypnosis Summertime grind, come out with the toasters I return like a animal ferocious New money breathe, new enemies, nigga you know this Another mil', another nigga sick I got nothin but hard dick for your bitch to lick I box you orthodox out boy, outlaw bricks of raw I'm out in the grind, I make the dope price soar Shit cool 'til the mac out, run when it back out A nigga finna blackout, better pray that bitch jam It's in God's hands, it's all God plan You mean even when a nigga gettin smoked, goddamn [Chorus] [50 Cent] I push my pen with passion, I'm the author of the struggle When pain is a head crack, designer of the devil Trip' 6-6-6, I'm back on my bullshit See clear through my third eye; it's gon' be a murda E'ry summer, e'ry winter, e'ry spring You think I'm bullshittin I put that on e'rything The shootin gon' stop right after the shit-talkin I was sellin crack while Mike was moonwalkin 20 off a pack, I stack, I can't call it I blast ya like NASA, Jack, you outta orbit I mean you outta order, you don't want me to send a nigga to you So he could put some hot shit through you, do you? [Chorus] [Outro: 50 Cent] Yeah, I'm back baby I'm back! New shit, the drought over, new product Yeah, man I can't fit in with these niggaz man I mean niggaz got mohawks, they wearin skinny jeans man I think these niggaz is faggots man, for real man They with the rainbow club man You think this shit is a fad? C'mon man! I think it's more than that man I think it's more than that So if a nigga wear a dress, you gon' put on a dress too? C'mon man... [Chorus]