Lyrical Breakdown of It's Alive (Ft. Swizz Beatz) - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "It's Alive (Ft. Swizz Beatz)" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Gucci Mane weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "It's Alive (Ft. Swizz Beatz)" 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 Gucci Mane employs. Understand the construction of each verse and how it contributes to the song's overall impact.
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My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' It's alive, it's alive, rounds cured the eyes I had to bring the bitch back like Frankenstein I push weight but Gucci don't exercise I get extra whipped cream for them eskimo pies I'm in the 'hood like the mayor 'round election time Here's a suggestion: don't park your car next to mine I'mma start when the light hit, I 'posed to shine Your flow is garbage, they let me out just in time They got a section but none of the ho's are fine They need to exit, don't let the grind pass you by I run laps 'round lames with my shoes untied I jump the line, walk in, and watch the crowd divide Still stuck outside, that's the ugly side Looked Medusa in the eye and Medusa died This is top secret shit, classified Don't blame me, Swizz was the mastermind I can't breathe, can't breathe, Toni Braxton time I got a chain moonwalkin', Michael Jackson time I keep on buying ice like I lost my mind This bloodline of mine is supposed to shine My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' Hurry up, hurry up Gucci on the news They say he walked out the jail rockin' stupid jewels They tryin' to find out what it do, admit it, you confused Too much cash on me, hundreds fallin' out my trous' My yellow wrist, bright as piss, bitch, on the shit Big Gucci called Swizz, let's make a hit Two thing in this world I ain't ever seen Are you a foreigner, nigga? I need to help me get mimi I hope you suffocate, me told her, baby, let me breathe 'Cause I don't chase nothin' but paper, bitch, you're chasin' me Excuse my French, but this is Gucci, I'm so fucking gutter It don't make no sense to switch for any of these motherfuckers My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon' Somebody said my life is it I said nah dog, my wife is it Now I'm back, back on 'em like I never, never left Plus the boy right here, I'm fresh to death Woo, Christians on my feet See, I can't fall for Suzuki jeeps Now I'm jumpin' off decks Don't worry about the haters, they gonna be upset And the Black Card in my back pocket The Conaseg lookin' like a speeder rocket Yeah, I'm zoomin' on the highway And you should love me, I did it my way My pocket all swoll', my rims all chrome When I hit the club everything goes Bottles in the air, put your lighters in the air But when I'm in here, I don't really care 'Cause I ride on 'em, plus, I style on 'em Yes, I lean on 'em, yes, I flash on 'em Yeah, I know, that's the way you like it, huh? Yeah, that's the way you love me, hon'