Lyrical Breakdown of Blackout - A Journey through Words and Rhymes
Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Blackout" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.
- Lyric Overview: Witness how Fat Joe weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Blackout" 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 Fat Joe 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 Fat Joe's narrative.
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You should beware
Bitch, Joey time
I mean, you should beware
Put my hoodie on, right quick
It's Bronx time, ayy
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Now line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Ayy, you should beware
You should beware
You should beware
You should beware
Ayo, Cash, this is hard right here, nigga
Ayo, the nine got the muffler, shotty got the pump
Jonesin' Mama Hustla, watch a nigga dunk
Bronx on my back, nigga, I'm a Nikon
King of the streets, who you think keep 'em lights on?
Get so much shine, niggas thinkin' I be Asian
Have a nigga tied up like the preacher in his basement
You PC niggas can't come to the yard
Joker face niggas leave 'em permanently scarred
Got the top off, gon' be a hot summer
And the goons with me case you niggas on the come up
This is not the best of TS, it's just a preview
Hard to keep it humble when everybody's beneath you
You are now rockin' with one live nigga
AIDS with the flow, yes, I'm ten times sicker
Line 'em up (Line 'em up) or point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Call Opie Mega Tron, time to air 'em out, motherfuckers
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Now line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Ayy, you should beware
You should beware
You should beware
You should beware
What you gon' do now, Coz? Beware, nigga
Let's go, look, uh
Any nigga in my way considered roadkill
Shotty shells as long as the feet of O'Neal's
Hey, Krillz, give me the word, his cap's gettin' peeled
I hope baby boy got some stacks in his will
You know Cash was lettin' it clap before the rap deal
I'll lay somethin' flat for a sack and a good meal
All I need is some weed, 'gnac, and a good pill
I be layin' in your lobby, pop you with blue steel
On the low like a Navy SEAL, playboy, I'm crazy real
You gon' need Paul Wall when I flame your grill
Where I'm from, in the slums, we keep it trill
Plus make it rain on your brain like a fire drill
They can't stop me, cock back, then refill
For some cheese, leave his knees like Grant Hill's
That's what happen when you slackin' and don't pay bills
We get it crackin' in Manhattan, don't test my skills
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
My all black shotty with my all black Glock
My all black hoopty, motherfucker, I won't stop
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Any nigga in the way considered roadkill
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Now line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Line 'em up (Line 'em up), point 'em out (Point 'em out)
Ayy, you should beware