Lyrical Breakdown of Out On Bond - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Out On Bond" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Common weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Out On Bond" 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 Common 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 Common's narrative.
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Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Plastic bag carryin', no two paces
IPhone, belt by Gucci
Bands with loose change and some car keys
To the Maserati, license plate read "God Body"
Passenger side only ride hot bodies
When we was young as we wanted, show our bodies
Cadillac come from the Southside army
The army now, don't try to harm me now
It's my time, you can't alarm me now
I ball, bitches wanna palm me now
Vacation in palm tree style
In the morning where the dons be now
Drinkin' lattes, over breakfast I pray and end it with a Ashe
Cops say we lookin' for a nigga that's dressed nice
Seats be goin' way back like Just Ice
Black leather wearin' "justice" on the collar
Change is we only ain't trustin' the dollars
Try to get me, get wet like bedsheets
Probably with technique, and let the TEC speak
Like the led conference, I rap off the head conscious
Freestyle, free trap niggas from bondage
Every word you heard is bond is
Double-0 87, on some Bond shit, I'm out on bond
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames
Fresh out the county, shoes with no laces
Los Padrinos to juvenile placement
Known for C-notes, the feds confiscatin'
Back to that block with brains on the pavement
Paid restitution, O from the lootin' enter
'Cause they did it, you was influenced
Your mind gone, life don't seem much bigger
Than your time zone, broke as the rich get richer
Blunt burnt lips and a worn-out liver
That's everyday livin', guns everywhere chillin'
Got you feelin' like this money comin' sooner than later
'Til then I'll be runnin' from the judge and the bailiff
Crime commitin' 'cause these women love a man in Mercedes
I never save for when it's rainy, hope Jehovah can save me
While I'm out on bond tryin' to buy my time
'Til I hit the main line in that cell confined
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames (I'm out on bond)
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames
Preposterous chains, top-notch dames
Classic rap music, rollin' in the Range
Preposterous chains, top notch dames
Classic rap music, rollin' in the Range