Lyrical Breakdown of Young Boy - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

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

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(You out of line), mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit (You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin' The nigga out of line, (You out of line) Back when I was 'bout Big Wheels and race tracks (You out of line) Pops pushed a Tornado and rolled to a-tracks Never stood a chance, exposed from way back (You out of line) Lyin' to the baby sayin its Ajax I was 'bout 4 when I walked past that door (You out of line) That shoulda been closed where I first witnessed the raw See in my household it was quite unique (You out of line) Playin hide and seek, you might find a ki Car glimpse accidentally, branded my mental (You out of line) Pals my role model in that Lincoln Continental Bought all my friends Icees, it was 'bout 6 (You out of line) And when he pulled off I was like, See told ya we was rich How I turned out let it be no surprise (You out of line) When they speak of cousin Ricky it brings tears to my eyes See, my family got a history of hustlers (You out of line) Lil' brother, big brother, mother to grandmother, its tradition Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit (You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin' The nigga out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line) My mama didn't see it comin, my daddy was there What's my excuse, cartoons were the root Started with Yosimite Sam with the gun in Palm of the hand, what couln't I demand See, thirteen, studied the gangsta's lean (You out of line) Low brim, no smile, lotta cash meanwhile Daddy had the Chrysler Fifth Avey (You out of line) Hustlers on the blocks cars were aero-dynamie With ghetto paint jobs, Mango M threes (You out of line) Seventeen inch B-Bs ridin' tough Tha bike was Huffy, attention was froze (You out of line) In a twenty five cent frozen cup laid my soul Tha streets had me to mold (You out of line) Since fourteen holdin, Pusha T was chosen Rebel like Che Guevera (You out of line) Tyco RC versus Carrera, peak Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit (You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin' The nigga out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line) I think of grandma and the way she would foot 'em She kinda remind me of Madam Queen and Hoodlum Sport the grandkids, each one she would treasure (You out of line) Said she kept two guns and to do so was a pleasure The cigarette dangle forty-five degree angle Sitll every bit a lady but you don't wanna tangle Let that explain me and how I got involved (You out of line) Young'ns hustlin in the creep, me, Jon-Jon and Jamal Age fifteen, walkin through the hallway Plate the new Jordans, first ones on the scene See I could afford 'em, livin out a dream Hustler on the rise, laces untied Slid past young'ns, couldn't break my stride Didn't know I was knotted in street ties Teachers askin' how and why (You out of line) Bitches passin' by, oh my, he's so gangsta Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line), when I was a young boy (You out of line), my mama always told me don't take no shit (You out of line), motherfucker hit you then you better hit 'em back (You out of line), so when I hit the nigga he quit playin' The nigga out of line, (You out of line) I said, the motherfucker out of line (You out of line) Mmm I'ma tell you what I'm talkin bout (You out of line)