Lyrical Breakdown of Flight 187 - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Flight 187" 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 "Flight 187" 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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From the day you're born 'til the day you die
If you're one of the poor ones
You just gotta work hard
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
They putting pressure on me, son
Now they want me to snap
End up like X and Whitney
In my mansion smoking crack i'm paranoid
I'm feeling like niggas is trying to get me
Forget the kids
I'm shaving off my fucking head like Britney
Man, Dre won't mix my records
Now I need to talk to Jimmy
I'm falling back in my old ways
I'm riding with the semi
Who's calling me? It's Chris
He's on the other line with Diddy
But I don't wanna talk right now
My day is going shitty
Why's Jay rocking that Urkel look, man
Isn't he from Marcy?
They say he's growin dreads and now
He's talking like a Yardie
Man, everything is changing
I don't understand a thing
I guess this is that bullshit
That all the money brings i'm on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
My baby mama boyfriend like to talk
Like he can hurt me
I'm laughing cause she kissed him in
His mouth and gave him herpes
That just makes him one of 50
Niggas wanting to murk me
Niggas found my truck and burnt it
Up out there in Jersey you can ask my son
He'll tell you "my dad's fucking crazy"
She filled his head with shit and now
I think he fuckin' hates me
Shady didn't invent me but a star
Is what he made me
I'll blow your fuckin' mind out if I
Told you what he paid me
He gave me all the pills he had left
That's why I'm so high
It makes me feel so good now that
I'm not so scared to die
I wish a nigga would
I dare a motherfucker try
You get at me and miss you
Kiss your black ass good-bye i'm on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
My lawyers on retainers every month
I give ‘em stacks in case they wanna send me
Up for murder like Max
Man I wasn't the shooter
I was never on the scene
So if they do forensics they'll
Find out it wasn't me
There's no need for a lie detector
I ain't sayin shit
The more you talk the higher
Chances you're doing a bid
Today I read the paper
It said Tru Life caught a case
They said they found a victim with
A knife stuck in his face
I spoke to Michael Vick
I told him I'm happy he home
You tell them crackers sorry nigga
Then you get back on
When dogs are fighting in the
Hood nobody gives a fuck
So you get back and shake it on the field
Show them what's up i'm on flight
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
One-eighty-seven, one-eighty-seven
Departure from the hood
Destination hell or heaven
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider
I'm a rider, say I'm a rider