Lyrical Breakdown of You're Everything - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "You're Everything" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Bun B weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "You're Everything" 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 Bun B 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 Bun B's narrative.

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Man f'real I love bein' from the Dirty South man It made me the G I am today, made me the hustler I am today The grinder, the baller, the gangster I am today man Lot of people got opinions and, issues and, problems with What they see comin from the South and who doin what in the South man But I'mma tell you like this Fuck you dawg, this the South nigga We gon' be here, we been here, and ain't goin' no-motherfuckin'-where Take it how you like it, hate it or love it ho! It's that candy paint, 84's, belts and buckles, chrome and grill Leather seats, stitch and tuck, TV screens and wooden wheels Suede roof, neon lights, Vogue tire swang and bang Tops drop, blades chop, fifth wheel just hangin' man White T's, fitted hats, Jordans under dickies (Dickies) That Swisher sweet, cigarillos filled up with the sticky (Sticky) The fifteens bam'n and the bass kick-kickin' Cadillac do's slammin' on them po'-po's tippin' We ain't trippin' just flippin these haters dip when they see us (When they see us) 'Cause they could never beat us best us or be us I'm a G that's a genius, best to just respect my thuggin' man It's the South, ain't nothin' above it and that's why I love it man, f'real You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) Pray at night when you sellin' white, got one ki' tryin' to sell it twice Yellow stones all in my shit, yellow bones all on my dick Honeycomb I call my crib, money long that's on my kids R.I.P. to my Uncle Chad, UGK you can't fuck wit that Niggas fake, they hate candy paint, and all the paper that your partner make Shakin' dice like a face of life, champagne just ain't tastin' right Haterade they Gatorade, look at these seats they gator made Friend or foe niggas never know (Know) never know when you fin' to blow Dude scrapin' the curb, dippin' sippin' some syrup Fingers blistered twisted Swishers, Pimp died and it hurt But I handle my issue, I got several pistols That won't whistle, missles knockin' gristle from fatty tissue Mississippi's my home, 'til I'm die and I'm gone I know I put it on my back, held that bitch up alone With no label backin', pride split into fractions I hit the ocean on peggy bustin' back at the crackin' (Y'all scared) You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry) Let's talk about Pimp C, Bun B, Eightball, MJG Big Boi, Dre 3000, Scarface, Willie D T.I.P, Young Jeezy, Birdman, Lil Weezy Trick Daddy, Young Buck, SoSoDef, Jermaine Dupri J Prince, Rap-A-Lot, Juicy J, DJ Paul Slim Thug, Lil' Keke, Chamillionare, Paul Wall We all different but we all rep the same thing God first, family then money in the South man They call me Peeimp Tyte, MJG The Dirty South, is everything I want, everything I need, everything I'm longin' for When I'm outta town gotta get home, just for Everything that I been raised to love, the wisdom my grand-momma gave to us Racial profilin', police harassment regular days to us You say door, we say do', you say four, we say fo' You say whore, we say ho, you want more, but we want mo' What else is there left for me to do? This the dedication from me to you The South, I know you gonna see, me through So until I die I wanna be, wit'chu, you're everything You're everything I knew! (Oh yeah) Do what you want me to (I will do anything) Get on my knees for you (Oh baby) What else is there to do (I don't know, I don't know, but I'll cry)