Lyrical Breakdown of The Evaluation - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "The Evaluation" 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 "The Evaluation" 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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You are 50 percent brainiac 50 percent maniac It's time for a psychic evaluation Alight I'm ready I'm a hold up these cards And you tell me what you see What do you see in this card right here Dollar sign Okay what about this card right here Dollar sign Okay and what about this card right here Um a Dollar sign Uh I see well there's obviously something wrong Now there ain't nothing wrong with getting money In the underground I'm a thousand degree celsius I don't need any help F a record label I appear curiosity of myself You got Mixtape Messiah part 6 You got you swagger right I'm on a whole another plant go get a satellite I been untouchable since Chris Cross was Kris Kross My wrist glossed my nickname is Kid Frost I don't dance I don't rap for lip gloss A Rick Ross a big Boss so get lost I been grinding and hustling since I was seven I die and they goin say he the biggest hustler in heaven (Amen) I swear to y'all ain't a rapper Out there that I can't destroy I never chill ain't never sat in a lazy boy Why why sleeping really ain't a fun You can talk that talk but I am not the one So many haters that my haters rotate a take a ton So much paper my account brought me a staple gun Y'all feminine as Moulin Rouge That's why I do what I do And make em move on fools Who's fake I am not that dude Bet'cha they goin say you first just like that too You must be try'na gamble your soul a life with ya Hand on my ice my ice is quite picture P E R fact look like a life figure But take my advice the tool goin vise grip ya Pablo Picaso with making ya face glow I paint a rapper red as the dot on his face (Oh) Look at how I did em what you think he going say oh Uh oh uh oh someone better get a make o I never clocked out but I did let my day know Suppose to be a dinner But I'm dropping off tapes though I'm up working even after the late show Ya pace so slow so you won't make a pesos Let's get down to the business at hand Why do they keep saying you are not the same Cham Then they get mad cause you talk about grands tell me Are you really showing love to yo fans I am the most authentic rapper alive I say alive all the realest rappers then died Real is what the game is missing so that's what I provide I be me but to them reality is a lie You don't know me I had death in front of my face dawg But I'm a do it big until the day of my fate call Friends for three strikes And I ain't talking bout baseball Rolling with three K's White people with hate all (What) Black people I bet'cha the Mack greet you At the door step if you came to react evil (Woo) Bring it on the chopper is Shaq Diesel A Piece ain't peace but I bet'cha that that beat you Over a decade since I made my start You little marks would have never thought I get this far It was raining I was knocking on that homestead door Try'na get into Swishahouse I couldn't start my car (Oh boy) gold grinning used to stay with a frost lip And every chick around the hood wanna to get frost bit But never trusted them they still will tell you I'm caution Been rapping since forever I ain't lying I'm exhausted Let's pause this Come back (Man I'm outta here man) The evaluation is not over yet Whatever Your not done here You don't know me man You don't know me