Lyrical Breakdown of Things Change - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Things Change" 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 "Things Change" 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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Yeaaaa.uhhh I like the way that sounds uh uh N-N-N-N-N-N-Nooowww Check Check Nigga you feelin like a frog when you jump One leap will bring ya from the bar to the trunk From the trunk to the dump Ima rain on em, put the chump on a slump Like a rib shot, thats what the customers want Dont ya?, This aint ya typical story Thefore i dont fall in the category Im cool, calm and collective, Yukon or the Lexis Blue chronic for breakfast, to match with the necklace Dimes all way down till the rats wanna check this Reckless, born treacherous, sworn specialist Especially, if ya rest next to me Nigga come testin me youll get the gun recipe These old niggas want the new born sound Actin like they dont know who hold New York down Yea i use to buy knicks, ten years later Now im super fly slick without a roof on my whip, shit I slip 100 proof till im ripped And wave at the haters, got em root canal sick Tell me you niggas like to make a scene so the lamas close That kind of shit dont fly like Mama jokes We got em long, short, all kind of toast Boy i done left shit trails all around the coast To places you gettin 'round by boat I get a pound, i smoke, i put it down, im dope Im on scope when i pass the block, i make traffic stop A product of everything that made the apple rott This apple jacks, way long before the platnium plaques The pro-tools and the wax Take a step back before ya catch a contact The flow's like a M-16 wit the arm strapped Ima bomb on these niggas till they cant bomb back The hiroshima demeanor, microphone crack Alot of shit has changed since i came Yall done came around here fuckin up the game Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man Rob a store before you walk around poor Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy You fuelin up my fire when you hate So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake I cant wait And to the curtains close its just me, the tooly, and them purple O's, Endo overload, drive like i own the roads these niggas is puss, thats why my shoulders cold Mac by the toilet bowl Im ridin filthy in the Beamer Cause i can have lima and a colina bring it to a misdemeanor You drown in deep water Every nigga around come from the street corner Where you need your heat on ya Im on recline while my next CD climb South Side greedy dine, red wine, DB 9 NYPD grind, why?, it aint a easy grind A nigga try to get mine ima feed him nine And its graffiti time, niggas sprayin your mural For tryin to be a muthafuckin hero Im fresh, fly and flashy, best guy if you ask me Jet by on em nasty, nigga you in a taxi I cant wait Alot of shit has changed since i came Yall done came around here fuckin up the game Therefore i aint servin nuttin but the pain You playin, im hungier than a mothafucka man Rob a store before you walk around poor Cause you aint gettin from me you grown boy You fuelin up my fire when you hate So Ima lean on you till you make a mistake I cant wait Ha Ha haaaaaaaaaaaa Yeaaa, ugh, GGGGG-Unit Boyyyyyyyyyyyy