Lyrical Breakdown of Too Much - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how E-40 weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Too Much" 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 E-40 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 E-40's narrative.

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Here we go (for an entire day, and that you need) To the mobbin' Uh-oh, yeah, hey It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, nigga, yeah, yeah (Quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, shit (Don't worry about the fake, yep) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, on God (Uh, quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, yeah (Don't worry about the fake) Quit worryin' about, quit worryin' about, what? (Uh) Don't worry about the fake 'cause the hate gon' come with the plate The peons, they hella late, they late like holiday freight And bitch, I'm one of the greats and that ain't up for debate (yep) I'm too real to be unreal, too thorough, crispy and polished Most of y'all favorite rappers, them niggas is garbage I got a shift kit on my mouthpiece, don't need no iron, I'm creased I can bump a batch with one teeth in my mouth and a piece It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, nigga, yeah, yeah (Quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, shit (Don't worry about the fake, yep) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah (Uh, quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, yeah (Don't worry about the fake) Quit worryin' about, quit worryin' about If I ain't got it, I can get it or I can find out where it's at (Find out where it's at, find out where it's at) As long as you don't try to line me up and stab me in the back (uh) As long as you don't try to get me chipped and get a player capped (yep) Misery love company, but company don't like misery Now are we gettin' along? We better be, we family I finally figured it out, I think I finally figured it out Stop makin' excuses for ninjas and givin' 'em the benefit of the doubt It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, nigga, yeah, yeah (Quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, shit (Don't worry about the fake, yep) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah (Uh, quit worryin' about the fake) It's too much real shit goin' on Quit worryin' about the fake, yeah, yeah (Don't worry about the fake) Quit worryin' about, quit worryin' about, what Yep Yep