Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Focused - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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[Chorus:] You ever try me you know you will get dealt I know that I'm the best that's why I'm feeling myself Competition I be giving em hell I'm focused, I'm focused yea Close the coffin and just put in the nail And if ya up against me you know then ya gonna need help You can run and hide but who ya gon tell I'm focused, I'm focused yea [Verse:] See I ain't have no money I ain't even have no cable I had to get up on the grind get my own label I had some patnas doing crime on that old table Alot of em would say you can but with no able Ya'll don't even know what it's like to feel gold Ya'll kick it but never witness the field goal The maybac, I'm layed flat, my wheels thowed Look at that it's all black like real coal I know ya'll don't see the drink and catch me with the kush I'm not a saint I never could play like reggie bush Stop acting like a punani ain't with the petty looks I put the heat to ya belly and you'll be gettin douched The shoes rims I call it football Let's get paid no college football Some sold pot like college cook offs I sold bars to the block and hood pause In the suburbs they was lookin fo they fix So I gave em the type of fix that became dis Then I added a couple watts and became mix Then distrubuted to the blocks an became rich We in the building yep that's what I thought I heard em say that's why the building is just what I bought I'm michael jordan your tiger woods and that's not smart Both did the same crime you the one got caught Dikembe mutumbo you dun know my gun blow turn dumbo to gumbo I breathe death, I leave death from one flow An emcee that gun tote become smoke Ya woman pissin in her pants till she wet her shoe Cheer leading on the side thicker than a betty boop Garage lookin like an nfl locker do, 26's, 24's and 22's Dion sandes high stepping on your canvas Small talk ya'll suckin on ant dick I turn ya'll to prey the way I attack it Ya'll better hide and pray like a praying mantis Male groupies say why your crew lef Au revoir I'll speak ta you with the deuce best See me and yell ey it's like you cleff Apologise to my male groupies I'm too deaf Pain is the movement if this whatchu rep We revolve so no shells it ain't one clue left We don't dance I just do my 1, 2 step Super sober like I'm daring someone to step, yup [Chorus]