Lyrical Breakdown of Loyalty (Feat. Obie Trice) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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• Lyric Overview: Witness how Eminem weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Loyalty (Feat. Obie Trice)" 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 Eminem employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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Mike Strings, welcome to our world Turn your CDs up Motherfuckers think they know us Guess who's back? D-Twizzy, O-Twizzy, Doc-Trizzy, Shed-Twizzy, Slash Aftermath, 50 Cent, Chiu-Nick Here we go, for your yo, motherfucker Benzino They don't know, it's been the blow, someone better tell them so You don't know McVay and I doubt if you understand me Why would I give a fuck about you if we ain't family? I roll with the chosen few and those of you that's behind me Witness the most coldest, ferocious niggas that rhyme me Bitches turn they back when you actin' like they ain't did shit When you rappin' never mix business up with your friendships If you lackin' up in this juggle then what you breathe for? Niggas don't love you, you got habits of breakin' street codes Far static, I automatically get medieval when I'm after people Then I'll explode you bitches with C4 These hoes have no insurance, bodies get reposed Makin' you vanish even when we ain't got our heat clothes Keepin' 44s when your hoes are swallowin' D-throats If you owe me dough then you know you fallin' asleep close Niggas pupils, that's what I do, I'm cool as fuck Shoot you cause I'm cuckoo, but I don't think niggas be takin' heat though See I'm a man and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew is loyal to you See I'm a man and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew when crew is loyal to you I don't give a fuck, I'm quick to blaze chronic Smoke on so much green you swells are supersonic Bizarre pack guns and knifes, put dick to nuts and wifes Now who the fuck wanna fight? Ain't nobody fuckin' with me, ain't nobody fuckin' with the D They get beat like a MP You heard about Bizarre takin' all them drugs You heard about Proof Wildin' in the clubs You heard about that 9 a.m. in them packs You diss us, you give me a fuckin' face crack I'm from 7 Mile in style, I'll shoot up your house Next day, I'll pee in your mouth Ayo, loyalty's first, all the bullshit second I showed you on the record, cheers to who respected Most of these niggas neglected, even though it's a known method From the hectic hood that you're sleppin' You wanna be an exception, that's when the weapon is leavin' You're half steppin' with that cane in your left hand O.B. from a section that'll stain up your fleshin' Have you on bed rest, questionin' your affection for streets T-Twizzy, no question One of the best groups that done it, and O.B. is their reflection Little homie that knows solely that loyalty is weapon T-Twizzy for life, O.B. tries to set See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew, when crew is loyal to you See, I'm a man, and a man gon' do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do And be loyal to crew, when crew is loyal to you Which one of you niggas wanna be bullshit bum heads? When I got a passion for clappin', but one hand Toddlers on my roster, that's mobsters in dunk land Send the gangsta to sleep two by two like bunk beds Never leave the crib without packin' my black burner Want some Chi-Ali rapper, Tamerka at murder Incorporated hitman, Harry is at your service Reach for me one more again, and that's perfect For life, it's D12, no ice, it's three wheels Every night that I chill, and I fight by free will Knowin' I could be killed, leavin' my crew Peace is the proof, with a reason to shoot, and a license to heal We lost bugs, and I'll be damned if we lose another man from my clan Without force in our hand, I'm startin' your family I'm sortin' your granny for my niggas I'm on your motherfuckin' porch with a can See, I'm a man, and a man gonna do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do And be loyal to Crue, when Crue is loyal to you! See, I'm a man, and a man gonna do what he gotta do And he ain't really family if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they would do what we do And be loyal to Crue, when Crue is loyal to you! Yo, it's funny how niggas get caught alone, and get bombed on Knock your teeth in the back of your throat, and break your jawbone I'm on ignorant shit These niggas is bit, just pass me a cigarette quick Shit is finna get thick Your mannequin split Bi-brutal with critical hit With identical dick Or bullets with identical prints I'm wishin' you is For karma, your lieutenant's a snitch You timid and sick And we know that you ain't finna do shit I stick with my clique The kind artist, bi-martist Can I have an arrival? Shootin' through your fuckin' long john garments Thirty dozen We deep in the streets Unbelievable heat We'll leave a lady walkin' in front of the chief of police, motherfucker See I'm a man, and our man gon' do what he gotta do If he ain't really family, if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they do what we do We'll be loyal to crew, if crew is loyal to you See I'm a man, and our man gon' do what he gotta do If he ain't really family, if he ain't loyal to you If they was really soldiers, then they do what we do We'll be loyal to crew, if crew is loyal to you Kane! Yes! Dirty dick Nothin' but family up in this motherfucker Loyal to everything that we do You ain't never gon' catch none of us slippin' by ourselves Cause we're always together You know what I'm sayin'? Y'all niggas don't know what family means Always watchin' our lives That's why we still alive now Knockin' y'all niggas out of the army, see Ha ha! Rookie man family! Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah! Shady rookies! Ha ha! Ha! Come on now, nigga!