Lyrical Breakdown of CD-01 - Shout Out to the Real - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "CD-01 - Shout Out to the Real" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how DJ Khaled weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "CD-01 - Shout Out to the Real" 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 DJ Khaled 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 DJ Khaled's narrative.

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Uhh DJ Khaled Yeah Meek Milly Yo, turn the music up a little bit We The Best Yeah Free Boosie, real nigga In the jail standing tall like Shaquille nigga I used to say, "I know how you feel, nigga" It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Had my hood hating, I done came up I don't know if it's the money or the fake stuff Got me walking through the jungle with my flame tucked Got around my juries since they want to see me chained up Friends turn to foes when you're in a Rolls Model bitches turn to hoes 'cause a nigga froze Got them people taking pictures, let a nigga pose 'Cause I get paid for reading scripts, been getting shows Poppin' bottles it sound like a MAC-10 Phantom be so big, beep when I back in I dropped a quarter milli on an Aston And I ain't got an album, but I got these niggas balling out I'm gone Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job- Ace Hood Yeah, bought a chopper for my problems, that banana type Seen a millie, now it's hard for me to sleep at night I'm the type to flood the Rollie like it's New Orleans (woo) Bet that all my niggas ball like I'm Mr. Clean From the bottom to the top, I made it out the gutter I'm 17 on every scene, I need my bread and butter (butter) Used to run the streets, but now I'm running every summer (summer) Right back on my bullshit like a Chicago lover Feel like I'm jumping up out that phantom on my cocky ass Know they hating, I just tell 'em, "Kiss the paper tags" Still be with them pretty bitches, save for Stacy Dash Plus my Rollie cost me 80, that's gon' make 'em mad Free my niggas locked, free my nigga caged Fuck the system, yeah, you know we on the same page Niggas love it when you're drowning in that water, dawg Hate to see a nigga shining like some Armor All Loyalty over royalty, that's my common law We The Best, the logo, and I'm with my fucking boss (Khaled) He just tell me murder niggas, would think of Holocaust Kill the hottest young'n in and what you niggas thought Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) (Ace, what up?) And shout out to the real bitches (say what) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to- Plies They took a half a M nigga, out the bank nigga If you want to whip 'em pussy nigga, blank nigga And I put that red dot right where you think nigga Hood nigga still wearing cuban linx nigga I'm on the Ave., nigga riding in a cutlass You that talking nigga, you know you a pussy A real nigga, real life, no rap shit And I can promise you this ain't what you want, bitch 30 mill' and I still ain't been to LIV nigga 'Cause I was to busy to gutter with the real niggas When you see me in the field, tell me how you feel nigga And we some kids to each other if you real nigga And they ain't telling none of my young nigga to chill, nigga We all shooters, nigga, and all us on the pills nigga Ain't got a yacht, but nigga the size of Shaquille, nigga And before you try me nigga, you better write your will, nigga Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas Shout out to the real niggas (salute) And shout out to the real bitches (say what?) I'm popping bottles with my real niggas It's like a full time job not to kill niggas