Lyrical Breakdown of I'm Tellin' Ya - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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

• Lyric Overview: Witness how Jeezy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I'm Tellin' Ya" 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 Jeezy 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 Jeezy's narrative.

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[HOOK:] Got the You know what inside (Im Tellin' Ya) betcha' I let the whole clip ride (Im Tellin' Ya) Got the swisher Sweets all rolled up (Im Tellin' Ya) Keep some Grey Goose in my cup (Im Tellin' Ya) Got the You know what outside (Im Tellin' Ya) 22's on my ride (Im Tellin' Ya) And da folks lay in my trap (Im Tellin' Ya) Keep dem hollow tips in my strap (Im Tellin' Ya) To G or not to G thats the question AR 15, yea thats for bustin' Triple beam scale you know thats for hustlin' hundred kt's on my wrist, aww thats for nuthin' Open up ya ears lemme tell ya somethin' Get cha change together lemme sell ya somethin' Outta town UPS yea ill mail u somethin' Ill fuck around a in front a nigga bail or somethin' im all iced out baby aint i cold Ice in everythin' im spoutin' so i guess im frozin' feds keep takin' pictures so i guess im posin' streets still love a nigga so i guess im chosen' [HOOK] Mr 17-5, blow purp while i drive I ease thru traffic, i breeze thru traffic Top down, such a mufuckin' star It cost a buck fifty such a mufuckin' car And dont mind me i make it do what it does 'N' if i said it fuck nigga thats exactly what it does im such a hard worker i work hard with the hard work Im such a hard worker i work hard with the soft work You niggas muffdivers, cat goccha tongue You pussy whippd nigga ya the cat goccha sprung Jus because nigga jus incase I keep sumthin on my hip to air out da place [HOOK]