Lyrical Breakdown of G.I. Pride - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Freddie Gibbs weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "G.I. Pride" 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 Freddie Gibbs 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 Freddie Gibbs's narrative.

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[Verse 1:] I was born in small town with big dreams Pops told me as a child I would do big things Used to watch him in the mirror when he used to rehearse Hella talented but talent wasn't makin' no merch Another product of that Gary, Indiana Sex, drugs, and murder Dirty politicians, dirty police, dirty burners On the streets as a worker Was a very fast learner School never taught me how to be a earner Before you mothafuckers bother me just take a look at this economy Cause economically we at the bottom So playa hatin' niggas copy me My enemies they tried to body me But couldn't get to me before I got 'em A motherfuckin' problem Gangster Gibbs When I do it do it big Put it down for the crib Rap shit to totin' that cash shit And it's plain to see That it ain't no changin' me [Hook:] I'm comin' live from the G, A-R-Y Good or bad, right or wrong Where the young boys die No mercy, no pity in my city and it's plain to see That it ain't no changin' me Nigga I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I said I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) Nigga I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) [Verse 2:] I'm comin' live from the G, A-R-Y Good or bad, right or wrong Where the young boys die No mercy, no pity, not a tear in my eye Why cry, I'm a blaze another blunt n' get high Look in the sky, blow the smoke to my niggas Pray to God for forgiveness Yes I'm sinnin' but I'm winnin' and it's bidness on you bitches You can go against my wishes and put a stop on my riches Then my peeps leave you sleep in Lake Michigan with the fishes Niggas think that it's fictitious till they hear that ratta-tatta Niggas scatter Even senior citizens tote the hammer Thought that Gary, Indiana was movin' on up the ladder But I guess it didn't matter when the crackers got sick'a Hatcher They turn their back to us Introduce crack to us Got you ridin' with that iron in that black Buick I been through it, you can feel it in my music Cook it up and move it This is how we do it [Hook:] I'm comin' live from the G, A-R-Y Good or bad, right or wrong Where the young boys die No mercy, no pity in my city and it's plain to see That it ain't no changin' me Nigga I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I said I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) Nigga I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) [Verse 3:] Nigga I represent the East side 7-tier GBT town Riff block, valley boy Nigga catch a beat down Midtown, Marshalltown, Avignon, Goldmiller GV Concord Bronx niggas real killas Etna to Ironwood, full of crazy niggas Shady niggas, can't forget 'bout my Delaney niggas And all my homies through the streets of the G I'm gonna let the streets speak though me It's for them cats pushin' packs in the hallway Doin' it the hard way Posted on the corner like liquor stores on Broadway Watchin' for the jackals keep 'em clappin for the gunplay Live for the day Motherfuck what a nigga say I'm just showin' off my GI pride Anywhere the kid go, you know GI ride So I dedicate this record to my GI thugs And I bleed the same GI blood [Hook:] I'm comin' live from the G, A-R-Y Good or bad, right or wrong Where the young boys die No mercy, no pity in my city and it's plain to see That it ain't no changin' me Nigga I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) I said I'm fresh up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana) Nigga I'm straight up outta (Gary Indiana, Gary Gary Indiana)