Lyrical Breakdown of National Anthem - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "National Anthem" 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 "National Anthem" 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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Yeah, yeah Back when I was younger Very ambitious but often blinded by my hunger Some say I dream too big and my dream gon' take me under Beneath the streets of Gary, "Would I make it out?" I wonder Could my obituary be the next they read amongst the Niggas I came up with and fell victim to this dope game Poverty-stricken so our economy is cocaine Ecstacy, heroin, marijuana ain't no hope man Absentee fathers and dope fiend mamas Got my hood turned out to the point that a nigga wanna go and get paid Fuck sittin' on the bench, I'ma go on to the next lick 'til I'm goin' in my grave Then I figured after that I could make a livin' off makin' words rhyme, it was all in my mind Everybody in the G went to Finger Roll studio, nobody had a flow quite like mine But along with the fame came a whole lot of hate from the hood, everyday I would fight Mama can't sleep 'cause I'm way to deep in the streets, she would pray through the night Every rhyme that I spit's real shit, 'cause it's just another day in my life Niggas better keep a vest test to my testicles They be vegetables, they gonna respect the flow 'til I'm gone One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) yeah Player haters, fuck 'em, record label, fuck'em Radio, fuck'em, all my shit still be bumpin' Never change my style up for any of them, I'm strictly thuggin' Lotta niggas made a name off banging and hustling but really wasn't I built my name with no features or some expensive budget Go for mine 'cause a co-sign can't coincide with the shit I'm bustin' You see more fear and your pockets start to see a reduction See how true your crew is, never knew they was frontin' And I bet a nigga told you, that whatever you go through We got your back 'til the end When I came upon a deal, niggas that I never knew I could blew, wanna come be my friends Then the boy got dropped and the friendship stopped In a flash, I was back on my own Put a strap on my lap and the stash in the back 'Cause the fact I was wrappin' them stones Got back to the rap 'cause it's all that I got, in the Midwest streets be my voice I don't think another dude could do what I do So it seem like I ain't got no choice Then the hoes gon' choose the dudes that come through Get them groovin' and get that shit moist Niggas knowin', I be runnin' them hoes, and never lovin' them hoes You be up under them hoes, I hit up bunch a them hoes and I'm gone One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I'm GI thuggin', I'm Chi town thuggin' I'm Detroit thuggin', one time fuck 'em I'm NY thuggin', I'm Illadelph thuggin' I'm DC thuggin', one time fuckin' I'm Englewood thuggin', I'm South Central thuggin' I'm O-town thuggin', one time fuck 'em I'm ATL thuggin', I'm Memphis Tenn' thuggin' I'm H-town thuggin', one time fuck 'em One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world) One for the money Two for the motherfuckin' haters keep my name in the game (I'm screamin' fuck the world) I keep three bad bitches for all my niggas Wave your fingers if you're feeling the same (I'm screamin' fuck the world)