Lyrical Breakdown of I.B.S. - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I.B.S." on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cam'ron weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I.B.S." 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 Cam'ron 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 Cam'ron's narrative.

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Lemme tell y'all a 'lil story about myself This right here is a true story, check it out though Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my personality Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude Eatin' off papi food, used to be a stocky dude Weighed two twenty, wit two honies, I move monie It's true dummy, dunny need a new tummy I become berserk, it was no fun to work Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my undershirt The pain was no comparison, stomach started cherishin' Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was embarrassin' Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy, boom But came my urgency soon, the emergency room In there, no salvage, treated like a cold savage They said pimpin' symptoms, huh, a dope addicts There you have it, but they ain't find no heroin Coke, crack, dope, just weed, but that's my medicine My baby mama, mama and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again Never mind stuntin', dime puffin, doc spent his time frontin' He like a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin' Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie, dinner My son growin' up, I'm lookin' like the movie thinner I'm thinkin' suicide, do or die, sit and cry What hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' high She gonna play me a thug, I told the lady I love If it ain't hustlin' ma, please don't relate me to drugs I'm loosin' weight though, everyday pounds and muscles Gotta get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to move O's You know my attitude, get it how I get it If I can shoot, I turn around, I'm off my pivot And oops, I thought I had it mapped Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my friend Dame mane I pained again My baby mama, mama and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh, oh, here it come again Ay, yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy, vanishin' Hadda go low, the male clinic, Minnesota I couldn't get cake, a rock in a hard place For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's grace Like a lab rat, them tests dishonor Cam Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan, sonogram Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be stressed The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it y'all Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all Get it, get it, get it, get it? My baby mama, mama and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again My baby mama, mama and my grandma Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys This is a true story I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or rain Thought that it went away, uh oh, here it come again