Lyrical Breakdown of Crossed Out - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Future weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Crossed Out" 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 Future 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 Future's narrative.

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(If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) drug dealer, cap peeler, ho chose Drug dealer, cap peeler, ten toes (8-808) Drug dealer, cap peeler, ice froze (I knew we couldn't trust him) Drug dealers, cap peelers Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out I'm a product of the trench, nigga, FOX 5 Sippin' syrup, it can help when you traumatized Richard Mille cost a mil', that's a multi I got all this shit from growin' up on a hard time Goyard, gold presidential bustdown That's a gold 24 when it touch down Drop the lo', up the score when they run down Get in that mode, nigga, turn into a bloodhound I'm on these Adderalls like Percs, nigga, I stay woke Wavin' that bread around your head like a halo Drinkin' on red got my cup sticky like Clay-Doh Check out the barrel on that gun, look like a potato Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out Been a lil' menace to society, went on a grand theft Went on a stain on my own, by my damn self Three cellphones, see somethin' wrong, watch for antennas She gave her mop in the Lam', it was outstandin' I'm on my Freebandz shit, I'm a bandit I'm off the Earth with this shit, another planet I done went and blowed up on niggas like a cannon (cannon) Can I trust you? Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out Ho chose my pimpin', I'm a real one I'm with five thick strippers, they some lesbians Yellow diamonds got this yellow bitch cross-eyed You ain't down for the gang, you get crossed out Trust me (If Young Metro don't trust you, I'm gon' shoot you) Why don't you trust me? (8-808)