Lyrical Breakdown of I Ain't Goin' Out Like That - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "I Ain't Goin' Out Like That" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Cypress Hill weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Ain't Goin' Out Like That" 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 Cypress Hill 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 Cypress Hill's narrative.

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Let's kick it ese Comin' out da slums It's da hoodlums I'm pullin' my gatt out on all you bums So bring it on when you wanna come fight this Outlaw, kick ya like Billy Ray Cypress Hill Kill I'll bust that grill Grab my gatt, and load up the steel And if you wanna get drastic I'll pull out my plastic Glock automatic Synthetic material, bury your blocks 'n' mortar Headed down to da Mexican border Smokin' that smelly Northern Cali' Gonna put a slug in Captain O'Malley Ho, hum Hear the gatt come Boooooommmmmm! Let me see what you'll do It's a sin to kill a man But I'll be damned if I don't take a stand We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that I'm high strung Click I'm sprung 'Cause I don't live on the hum-drum Where I'm from the gatts'll be smokin' I'll be damned if ya think I'm jokin' Know that I come with the static Erratic Four-five automatic Screamin' at ya The red lights beamin' at ya No need to have to run after the punk-ass hood In the oven I'm cooked Dig the grave for the one who got played Now he's under Don't make Stevie Wonder Why 'Cause he'll testify We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that I got you thinkin' "What the fuck is this?" Lettin' you know I take care of business Can I get a witness? To verify when I'm to bring this Style that makes you ecstatic Tragic When I get a pull of the magic buddha When I roll with my crew I bet ya One-time can't find my hoota! And I'll be hitting with the belt unbuckled Pig rollin' up but he ain't that subtle Pulled to da curb So we exchanged a few words But he got me stirred up Enough to grab the handcuffs I'll huff and puff and blow ya head off! We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out We ain't goin' out like that We ain't goin' out like that "Yeah takin' your disses and dissin' ya right back. This is the Cypress Hill crew, like main shit. Yo an' I'm talk this damn rappa, eat a bowl a Dick up. There ya go my man over here, you can eat a bowl o' dick up too Anybody else need from runnin' away: yo, eat a bowl of dick up G!"