Lyrical Breakdown of Outlaw - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Outlaw" 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 "Outlaw" 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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Outlaw, we lawless
We ballin' out nigga regardless
Everything V.V.S., we flawless
When I stunt, I stunt on niggas the hardest
If niggas so hot, why they ain't got what I got?
My Maybach, my watch, my hublot
My fat knots, my swag is top notch
My crack spots bring in cash in non-stop
My nigga Rock just came home from Comstock
I got shooters, they ain't got what I got
Got shit locked, I stunt non-stop
I get it and I blow it how I want, why not?
My bitch cold, I mean hot, sure shot
Come through in the drop, hold the glock why not
Nine millimeter, nine shots, big rock
Nine carat stones, I'm in my own zone
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
You wanna get shot, go ahead run up in my spot
My lawyers wIll have me out by 1 o'clock
Go ahead get dropped, tryna take what I got
My diamonds twinkle over my izod
My gun pop, tell me why would you try that
Porsche turbo, cayenne, I'll buy that
G5 jet, pilot, I fly that
Burn good shit, get as high as I get
My minds sick, I'm criminal-minded
Shorty ass fat, I wanna bump and grind that
Groupie love bitch, your left breast I'll sign that
I'm CEO, ho, you ain't know?
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
New York party of the year, my spot
These bitches look so good, oh my god
Looking at the man in the mirror, I'm so hot
Shorty wanna cut, cool, make sure the door lock
Off with my Gucci, down go my Louis
Out come my uuwee, do me, baby do me
Like a pornstar 'til you hit my spot
My bed rock back and forth when I'm on top
My back shots they are sorta like crack rocks
I give it all I got, non-stop 'til sweat drop
I damage I wreck shop, I come through correct
I, I give her what she need, 'til it's hard to breathe, eh
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do
Outlaw, yeah yeah, we lawless
We ballin' out yeah, regardless
V.V.S. yeah yeah, we flawless
You do what you gotta do, we do what we wanna do